We have a new beginning. We'll build from there."
A new beginning.
Storme stared back at her lover. Her mate. The man who had wiped away the fear, the misunderstandings. The man that loved her.
His hand lifted, the backs of his fingers smoothing her cheek. "My perfect storm,"
he whispered.
And he was her Styx. Her heart.
She grinned back at him and whispered, "I have chocolate . . ."