EpilogueEven now, safely buffered by the protection of two Alphas, it's still hard for Kristine to look back at the past few years and decide which of the many nightmarish moments she has endured managed to be the worst.
It all feels like it was happening to a different person and she's just a spectator, looking in on something polite company would avert their eyes at.
"You're thinking too hard again," Tiberius chides, one arm wound steadily around her waist, the other holding onto a glass of champagne that she’s not allowed to have.
The exhibition had taken months for him to complete and the art being displayed make her blush. He had done so many pieces of her that she wonders where he finds the time to do anything else.
The display starts with her in the hospital bed, healing from he
