SILAS’S POV

Water fell down my back, cold as ever--I ran my hands through my hair, spreading the shampoo through. 

It had been a long day.

A damn long day.

I was worried for nothing.

The woman was all concerned about me getting married.

Married!

I chuckled, scrubbing through my scalp--my eyes closed as a memory of a certain brown eyed woman pulling at my hair flashed through my head.

Imogen.

My jaw clenched and my breathing became labored.

Fuck!

She was not ...