Mark had to get out of the flat. Seeing Rachel again had sent his head spinning, and he needed to be clear of the building he"d once shared with her. He stepped out into the open air, and a sheen of icy drizzle coated his face. He could still taste her on his lips. It was too much. Too good. Her offer reverberated around every thought. Teasing him. To go with her—was it even possible? Since she left, he"d wanted nothing more than to have her back, to be with her. In their two years apart his feelings for her had only grown stronger, and even the possibility of a future with her was clouding his better judgement. But it couldn"t happen. The water numbed his cheeks, and his racing, frantic thoughts found order. He had work to do in S"aven, a mission of his own choosing, a cause he believed i
