chased the life-threatening chill from her bones. She was wrapped in someth

riously appointed SUV, the ride so smooth it felt like floating. The storm

hand clutching Arden's, her

eyes closed. In the dim interior light, his face was all sharp angles and stark shadows-a strong jaw, a straigh

depths of her past-life m

Donovan

ated war hero. A legend. And a tragedy. She remembered

body was poisoned and gradually deteriorated, his brilliant career cut short

ternal family, the Beaumonts, who had co

d within her: pity for the fate she knew awaited him, and a flicker of cold

tartlingly intense, a piercing gray that seemed to see ever

was low and cool, w

p, the heavy greatcoat pooling around her wai

he wellness center. A flicker of something-disdain, perhaps, or dark amusement-cr

stead, a bitter smile touched her lips. "It seems my b

he'd expected from a society heiress. He didn't press for details. He didn't ne

wracked his large frame. His face, already pale, took on a grayish tinge. He reached into his coat, his movem

e true. The he

g of sympathy cut thro

her voice finding its strength. "I hope you take care

analytical gaze locked onto hers again, searching for somet

ilence. The atmosphere in the car grew thick and complicated as the convoy continued its silent, steady path through the s

, his gaze resting on her sleeping face, his