Chapter 10Saalik spent most of the night wandering around the new apartment. He felt restless in a way that he hadn’t in a very long time. Not since the days following Elizabeth’s passing.
He still missed her. Missed their talks, and their outings together. And he missed her wicked sense of humor. She was independent in a way she told him most women didn’t have the luxury of at the time. But then, she’d been newly widowed, and well off when she’d walked into one of several inherited estates and found his bottle boxed up among the fine china and table linens in the attic. She’d needed a companion more than anything else, and that had made all the difference. They had been friends.
She used to say that they were soul mates, just as she and her husband William had been, and that to find two
