*Frannie*
I sit at a table on the terrace and watch wistfully as the strikingly handsome Alpha and his waif of a companion stroll through the garden. It is strange, the way attachments between the most unlikely of people can be formed.
I know my time with Sterling is drawing to a close. We haven’t made love since his encounter with Sykes, but I can sense him pulling away. I know I am as well, fighting desperately to protect my heart, fearing that it is far too late for that.
From the beginning, I had known that Sterling is a temporary addition to my life, and I have made peace with that knowledge. Sometimes late at night, in the dark, I desperately want to tell him that I’ve fallen in love with him, but I suspect it would only make our final parting that much more difficult.
in the eve
