Tomorrow, they headed for Farley’s camp. His mission required he return with her in tow. He couldn’t do it. She wasn’t a job. She was his heart. Over the years, he had lived his life responsible for every loss and hurt that occurred to those he loved. With Allana any hurt to her would be without question his fault. A small shuffle on the bed announced she wasn’t sound sleep. With a slow count to ten, he returned to the bed, crawled under the covers, and pulled Allana’s naked body against his. “Sweetheart, talk to me. Don’t shut me out.” “I’ve failed you.” His hand cupped her breast, and he nuzzled the curve of her neck. “How could you possibly fail me?” “Retribution still consumes your heart. I thought if we made love, you might...” “I might what?” She rolled onto her back and faced him. Tears streamed down her face and saturated the pillow. “Love me as I love you. Realize we are not only soul mates, but soul bound. I hoped you would set aside your need for revenge and focus on our bonding.”
