Claimed by the Horde
“In the old days, it was the body of a critically injured soldier. These days it’s the terminally ill or those who have suffered life destroying injuries.”
Serenity looked up at Noah, before her gaze dropped to the opening of his shirt. Her hand reached out and she pushed aside the fabric, exposing the scar above his heart. The thin line marred his otherwise perfect skin. “Who were you?”
“I sailed on the Mayflower.” Noah stood, taking the book back to the shelf, before returning to his seat on the opposite sofa.
“Are you serious?”
Noah nodded, his hand lifting to where she’d touched his skin. His lips thinned, before he looked up at her again and nodded. “My mother was a Puritan, from Englan
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