And Nera screams into my hand.
Chapter 38
Kai
The drapes on the French window are pulled to the sides, allowing me to see Rafael’s men roaming across the front yard as the first rays of the sun break above the horizon. I stroke Nera’s slender arm, starting at her shoulder and then continuing down to her palm. Careful not to wake her, I lift her hand to my lips and place a kiss on her fingertips. As I’m lowering her hand back to my chest, my eyes catch on her ring finger.
Since the minute she allowed me back into her life, the urge to have her marked as mine has been clawing at me day and night. I don’t believe in ceremony. I don’t need to sign some stupid piece of paper handed to me by a nameless clerk to claim her as my own. Or a geezer in funny clothes to proclaim her as so. If any m
