Evander was used to waking before dawn. His body was trained to stay alert, even moments after falling asleep in the arms of the woman he loved.
He smiled, gazing at Elena's beautiful face, still lost in sleep. He never tired of admiring her. She was a gentle, graceful soul who shook his entire world, his heart, and his mind. Not a moment passed when he didn't think of Elena. No matter how busy he was, no matter what storms raged in his thoughts, Elena was always the calm that made him surrender.
Just like last night, he couldn't resist his surging desire and possessiveness. The thought of the woman he loved belonging to someone else, honestly, was unbearable. Just imagining Elena standing at the altar, as she had at their engagement party yesterday, made his heart rebel in anger, let al
