Chapter 217

It was a soft caress so feather-light that it left a path of tingling skin in its wake, enough to rouse me from the darkness in which I dwelt, but not enough to wake me completely. It was like those first few moments when slumber fades and consciousness calls to you, when you're lost in some marvellous dream-like world and haven't quite yet stumbled back to reality. Bad things are forgotten. Pain and grief dismissed as nothing but nightmares. And just for a few seconds, you remain there, in some suspended animation of bliss and warm cocooned happiness. And then you wake up. And remember. And see. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the deep hazel eyes of my husband, so close that I could clearly see the little flecks of amber sparkling in his irises like glitter. I think that had I seen those eyes as a human, I might have thought them beautiful, but now I could only see them for what they were: venom hidden behind the mask of the man I had once loved. Brandon was just mere inches