It was almost nine in the evening when Orion stood before the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. His reflection stared back at him with a coldness he didn’t recognize. He was getting ready for the blind date his sister had arranged, one he hadn’t wanted but couldn’t refuse. Eliana had insisted—he needed a wife, as soon as possible.

But his heart wasn’t in it. His heart was elsewhere. His heart was still Rosy’s. It always had been, and no matter how much time passed, no ...