Chapter Six
I’m standing in front of a bathroom mirror, trying to wake up.
Against my will, my eyes look at myself in the mirror and confirm my theory.
A shirtless Darian stares back at me.
Wow.
Either Darian is rewriting history, or he was working out rather vigorously at this point in his life.
“Something is wrong,” Darian thinks inside my—his own—head. “Where is she?”
A wolf howl pierces the air.
“She must be upset,” Darian thinks. “But why—”
The door bursts open, and a naked woman rushes in.
A pregnant naked woman.
Darian looks her over and playfully whistles.
His memory must be playing tricks again, as mere mortals do not look as perfect as this lady. Her flawless skin resembles white chocolate melted over silk. Even her small baby bump somehow looks like it was designed b
