~Grace~
What was he doing here? I thought I’d never see him again. Especially after our last encounter, where I woke up in the middle of the night with him trying to mark me, I really didn’t want to see him again.
I stood very still, the soft breeze blowing strands of my hair across my face. He stared back at me, his large blue eyes gazing into my very soul. There was a still moment of recognition between us, but not a word was spoken.
Anxious, I kept my distance. I didn’t know what his intentions were, and I was afraid they weren’t good.
The last time I saw him, he ran away without answering any of my questions, but I had a feeling that he knew far more than he let on.
And now that I received the letter from him… What did he truly want with me?
Finally, the man stepped forward
