My supposed soulmate, who had killed me without hesitance.
Enough wallowing, Annabel. No amount of trepidation was going to change what had to happen now.
Trying to will my hands to stop shaking, I began to undo the straps tying my armor in place. First the plumed chest piece, then the wrist guards. My boots. I kneeled and undid my belt and leather trousers, sliding them and my panties off my thighs, until I was n***d.
Still warmth licked along my veins, the momentary relief of being bare drowning as my temperature climbed. There was only one thing that would bring me true relief.
I walked on bare feet across the cave floor toward the fire. And Grim.
Only when I stopped by his side did he glance up at me.
“What—?” His smokey voice quieted as he took me in, eyes sweeping up the length
