Chapter 68 Epilogue

• London
• I stared out the window as my fingers slowly worked to clasp the buttons of my crisp white dress shirt. I snapped my attention back to the present when I felt my mate's gentle touch glide over the wide expanse of my shoulder.
• I smiled, brushing my hair back and turning to face her smiling face. Eighteen years, and she didn't look a day older than twenty-five—the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.