For a split second, I recognize the man above me. Really recognize him. The man who fastened my corset after a night of making love then escaped the room before my father caught us. A kiss to my hand. The deafening scream of his mother when a knife lodges in his chest. I gasp and stare at him in disbelief. “Dane?” A tear slips down my cheek, and the recognition comes over to Dane. He nods once, pulling his fingers from my core and wiping away the tears. “If you’re ready—stay. Stay with me.”
