The sweet fragrance of wildflowers enveloped thick against Jaren's face and neck.
More petals brushed his skin with every small movement as he kept his arms wrapped tight around Grace.
He had no other choice than to make this drastic choice.
Grace died.
Even though this 'Grace' was just as real as her. She was… she was nothing more than an illusion.
Still, his chest rested firm against hers while his fingers moved through her hair in slow strokes. "I never wanted two, Grace." He swallowed hard, pushing the words past a throat that felt lined with sandpaper.
Pulling her closer sent his shoulders shaking. Stinging pressure built behind his squeezed-shut eyes. The warmth of her body sank deep into his clothes and skin as hands trembled against her back.
Grace fluttered her eyelashes against his shoulder, gently tapping his back. "You never wanted two?"
