Previous chapter:
Chapter 9Book 5: : Love and War
Next chapter:
Chapter 10Book 5: : Collaboration
PREVIEW
... memories. A riot of wings fluttered in my stomach, the sensation so overwhelming I had to roll around, my arm drifting over in search of…
“Maria?” I asked, blinking bleary eyes to find her side of the bed empty.
Soft footfalls fled from the lounge room, growing louder as they re-approached the door. It swung open a moment later and light came flooding in, the sun having risen more than I’d expected.
“What time is it…?”
“Closer to noon than sunrise.” My wife didn’t ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























