Chapter Thirty-Four
Samara leaned back against the door of her small loft apartment and raised a shaking hand to her throat. Her heart was thundering in her chest. She bowed her head and closed her eyes. Adalard was back.
She drew in deep breaths, trying to calm her shaking body. The shock of seeing him hit her hard. The colors surrounding him and the sudden connection between them had struck her like a blast of super-heated air.
Seven years and twenty-eight days, and he suddenly comes back, she thought.
She jumped when there was a knock on the door behind her. Adalard had found her. She knew it from the way her heart was banging against her chest, the warmth surrounding her, and the nudge of awareness pushing against her mind. She ran her shaking hands down her thighs before lifting t
