Caleb's pov

I sat there on the edge of my bed, breathing hard, my hand pressed over my face as if I could block out the images replaying in my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, she was there.

She was laughing, smiling and… touching me.

I cursed under my breath. I’d been in battles where blood rained from the sky and steel clashed, and I’d kept my composure. I’d been at death’s door and never once lost control. Yet now—over a woman who wasn’t mine, who should never be ...