Eight

AMBER POV

   All thought leaves my mind, and the world grinds to a halt around me as Lucian's eyes lock with mine. Even my son disappears from my consciousness.

  My mate is just as I remember him. He hasn't aged a day. His dark brown hair and eyes are just as warm as I remember and his sharp jawline is just as chiseled as it always was. His muscles are still massive, and his shoulders are still broad. The only thing missing is the pull in my chest that snapped the day I died.

  "Lucian," I manage to breathe before launching myself across my small living room.

    His long arms caught me quickly, and I sink against him like melted wax. My entire being immediately feels at home.

  "I've missed you so much, Little Mouse," Lucian whispers, and a happy sob explodes from my mouth.

  Warm, blissf