ty of Brightspire, Grace Sullivan w

from her children's kindergarten teacher saying the kids were missing. Frantic, she rus

ws the kids left on their own. We've already reported

le her, though her eyes be

lawless like jade. Her deep, dark eyes were so captivating that a

n had lost her husband and was raising two

children h

phone, desperately refreshing the GPS tracker-special rings she had custom-made to

, and two overlapping red

und t

he looked up, she saw that the teacher, and even every

you all l

red as she foll

stance, and two little hands-ones she recognized all

ere in the

arily stunned by

er landed that she snapped o

ned, but instead of her kids,

sharp, wolf-like gray-green eyes, a high-bridged nose, and thin lips

of the helicopter, his gaze sweeping the area befo

softened, like a calm sea with dangerous

vision suddenly went black. Amidst the gasps of o

ng arms tightened around her waist, pulling her so clos

low and raspy, filled with emotion. Then, the man's head nestled into her neck, hi

rm and wet land on her neck, one drop aft

sense of sorrow washing over her f

pped back to her se

! I'm not Bel

t, the tighter the

let you go again

at her two children, who had run over wit

my get this str

rother's hand and stopped a few steps away, speaking seriously. "Mom

ha

as dumb

Whose

nce fell ove

ldren's teacher, who glanced a

he loves you. Don't stay mad at him. Surely, you can't be

ead! I don't eve

g her in a car accident. No on

d the man hard. To her surprise, this t

hock, only to meet

fleeting sense of guilt, as

tudying her f

aze roamed ove

miliar, as though she h

unsettling suspicion crept into his mind: t

s resolve firmed. "I think

s words, he grabbed her wrist and

ake care o

wing the words over his shoulder as

sistance, Grace found herself

me

ved her into a room and caught her dress b

r fair skin chest was