Chapter Eighty-Eight
Owen had already had his chance at happiness. He had destroyed the best thing that ever happened to him because he couldn’t control himself and he was determined not to repeat history. If he did, this time he knew his lover wouldn’t survive it.
He tried not this of her, his love. The way her eyes would light up when he walked into a room. The way that she had loved not only him but Drake as well. He could still smell the soft floral scent of her dark, curling hair, as it tickled the skin of his nose.
Owen could even hear her laughter if he tried hard enough. It was a struggle though, because the memory was drowned out by the sound of her choking breath. Of the feel of her hands pushing weakly at his chest. That had been the last sound he had heard her make.
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