The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake
But it hadn’t healed anything.
Emory slowly arose and touched her arm and assisted her to rise. His palm was warm on the one, his hand firm in a manner which she had not consciously feared to need.
“It’s over,” he said softly.
Rain stared out at the window. Beyond the glass there was a forest, silent, gray, endless, unknowable.
No, no, she said to herself, shaking her head. “Not yet.”
Every word remained suspended in the air long after all the others had passed. This was not the end of the story because in their hearts, each of them was aware of the truth. It was merely the eye of the storm.
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