“You expected me to stop you from trying to save your child?” His gravelly voice sent a shiver cascading down my spine. “Not everyone is as accepting of a woman bringing her child back from the dead. Plus, I had no idea he was your child as well.” “Perhaps,” he mused. My head fell to the side invitingly, and I basked in the feel of his lips against my skin. “After you got your memories back, I was worried I had done something to hurt you. That something about your memories made you see me differently.” “You’re still worried I’ll change my mind.” “I’m not that young woman from the garden so long ago. I have blood on my hands no soap will wash away.” I held his gaze pointedly. “As you know, not every story about me is false. While I believe my actions have been justified, there are many who
