Chapter 82 – Long, Long Night

• I stare at Christian wondering if that’s…well, if that’s a question? Or…an invitation.
• Because I haven’t let my mind go to the other thing that happened tonight – because it pales, absolutely, in comparison to the death of a man.
• But now, as I stare at Christian, as I look at him looking up at me, as I let my eyes wander over his face and take in the gorgeous lines of it, his steady blue eyes, his full lips…