Fiona I passed a sleepless night tossing and turning in the big bed I was currently sharing with my best friend instead of my husband as I would have preferred. But I was grateful to have her, since he was unavailable to me – in a diversity of ways, it seemed. Nina had stayed by my side through

Nina’s eyebrows went up. “What made you think of that?” I told her about the photograph that we’d lost to the fire. She knew what I was talking about—I’d shown it to her. I told her about Conrad’s most recent email, too. In which he’d offered to pass down to me more of Alexandra’s family photograp

Fiona “I don’t care,” I told Alexander’s doctor, shutting the man up in an instant. He had sat down and jumped right into recapping things that I already knew about my husband’s physical injuries. But that wasn’t why I had called him to meet with me. Brandon had told me about Alexander’s fathe

He tried to push me away, but I shoved his arms down to the bed. “Are you going to fight me, Alex? Are you going to force me off of you? Hm? Are you going to hurt me?” My voice was razor-sharp, my tone ice-cold. “Fiona—” “Now you listen to me.” I straddled his broad chest and sat down onto it. “

AlexanderIt was as simple as that. Fiona ignored the stupid things coming out of my mouth, pinned my broken body underneath her and forced me to change my mindstate.She snapped me out of that dark place of near insanity by feeding me her beautiful, intoxicating body and pressing her own energy into