“It was from a bowl my mother had made,” he said. “It was the only thing I could find after the rycke attack that I knew with certainty belonged to her.” His big shoulder jostled me as he shrugged a little. “I wanted to keep something of hers. To remember where I…” He stopped. “Just… to remember.” Pain pierced through the satiated pleasure haze. I slid my hand down his front until it rested over his sternum. “I’m sorry, scratch.” “Don’t be.” Edin kissed the top of my head. “It was a very, very long time ago, Hunter.”
