Ninety two 

*Freya*

Rafe looked so vulnerable lying there, his handsome face unnaturally pale, dark lashes fanned out against his sculpted cheekbones. Tears prickled my eyes as I stared at him.

I'd always found him breathtaking, but now, with the knowledge of what he'd risked for me, what he'd sacrificed, he'd never seemed more beautiful. Or more beyond my reach.

Rafe was everything I'd ever wanted. Strong, brave, compassionate. A true leader who inspired loyalty in ...