He looked younger than she’d expected though, his twenty-five years looking more like twenty-one. Even in the grainy black and white security system feed, she knew he was going to be trouble. Jacob, as she fondly remembered calling him back when she’d first met him as a highly strung teenager fig...
Almost all of his lithe movements were back, though he lacked his natural grace. His open wounds had long since turned only to dry scabs and soon would be only scars. She marveled at his ability to heal. Caden too had found it a little more than odd that one day while visi...