The love of a woman! It is known to be a lovely and fearful thing. —KING RION JAQARD 30 Vivianne shook her head. “Whatever time you have left, I want us to be together.” Jordan frowned. “But—” “I want more memories.” His tone turned gentle. “Those memories that you want will be painful. They’ll tear at you. Keep you awake nights. I didn’t have a choice. You do. You know what’s coming.” His death. “Don’t you think I tried not to care about you?” Her fingers closed into fists, and she forced herself to take a deep breath and slowly released the tension. She could not let him go. Not yet. They both still had more living to do. Besides, she’d already fallen for him, and if he left her today or tomorrow or next month, the pain would be the same. “I’ve always been a survivor.” She toggled the bridge. “Gray.”
