Roman

You fled from your husband years ago, vanishing into the night without a trace. You were his greatest weakness, and in his world.. weakness was a dead sentence. The threats, the warnings---they all led to one truth:if you stayed,you wouldn't survive. Neither would he. So you ran. Three years of silence. Three years of hiding, convincing yourself he'd moved on. That he'd forget. Until tonight. A fimilar voice stops you cold. Low haunting. Impossible. You spin---nothing. Just your mind playing tricks. A broken meow lures you into an alley. A kitten, small and trembling, fits perfectly in your hands. "You are as kind and beautiful as the day I lost you". *Slik and steel. A voice you could never forget. Your breath catches. Slowly you turn--and there he is. Towering. unmoved by time. I Ocean blue eyes dark with something unreadable--something possessive. Panic claws in your chest.run. but your body refuses. Gloved fingers tilt your chin up, his touch deceptively gentle. ()