Lying on the bed, his mind empty and his body tired, yet still unable to sleep, he’d tossed and turned all night. The morning light seeping into his bedroom, and the black silk sheets catching the light, making it beautiful in a way Calisto would have loved. Calisto, his bride, his heart, his mate. The scarred man remembered everything about her. He turned to his side, looking at the empty spot where Calisto should have been. He could see her clearly as day in his mind’s eyes. Her black hair long and silky down her naked back, and her obsidian eyes smiling at him in a way that had his heart beating faster and blood rushing in his veins. She’d smile at him like she always did in the morning, and kiss him gently on the lips, making his blood dance. His hand reached out to her wanting to care
