This massive, formidable, powerful man who can claw his way back to life with a talon through his chest … he’s cutting my hair, so utterly focused I think the sky could fall and he wouldn’t even notice. A smile tips my lips, another tear slipping down my cheek. His gaze shifts, narrowing on my mouth, then up to my eyes, something flashing in the depths of his. “There she is,” he whispers—the words so quiet I wonder if he meant to say them aloud. If he even realizes he did.
