Dayne's POV
Thank f**k Luka and Savannah had stopped him from going after Glynn.
He hadn’t needed to see Talis’ face to know she’d expected him to want nothing to do with her.
She still believed herself broken, even though everyone who spent any longer than two seconds around her could see she was anything but weak.
As Talis slept, he stroked his hand down her mostly dried hair as he lay stretched out on the bed beside her.
He couldn’t stop touching her or staring into her beautiful face. It was becoming an addiction, and he struggled to remember what his life had been like before her.
Boring.
Definitely boring, he thought with a grin.
There was no one like her. Talis was so bright, so alive that the few women in his past he’d ever imagined he had a future with paled in comparison
