Rise of a Queen - Book 2
I had cried a thousand rivers over the past few years, wallowing in my own self-pity, that I had no more to shed.
Except for tonight.
Tonight I was experiencing a whole different set of emotions, ones that were inspired by silver eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar but I know I have never met before. They weren’t grey like some people had, they were steel, bright, and silvery, like nothing I had ever seen, God-like.
I should have been thinking of Travis when we had sex, not trying to think of my dead mate, yet I couldn’t even do that right. Instead, I let the arousal from the mysterious eyes guide my body and help bring me to my release.