A Soul to Touch (Duskwalker Brides, #3)

by Opal Reyne

Although she didn’t know he was there, he acted as her eyes and ears to make sure she remained unharmed until she composed herself. It was a memory he cherished, witnessing this woman’s pain that was only meant for herself. Especially since it was the middle of spring and she fell onto her hands and knees in a sea of colourful flowers to scream and weep her grief.

For the past six months, drinking and keeping herself busy had been her only real friends. But I can’t drown my demons; they know how to swim.

Things can be broken, Mayumi, the memory of her father echoed. You can’t apologise to a cup and have it fix itself, but you can work hard and pour value into it, making it better, stronger. It depends on what you’ve broken is worth to you.

“How dare you do this to me!” she screamed with every fibre of her being. “How dare you come here and let me fall in love with you, only to fucking die! How dare you save me as a child and start my infatuation with you! You probably ate my fucking cat, you carnivorous jerk!”

“Look at you,” he groaned as he watched himself burrowing deeper and deeper, her thighs twitching the entire time. “Look at your little cunt taking me so well, making way for me again.” The possessive growl that came from him was in triumph. “So tight. So pretty as I spread you.”