Greyson

Cecilia’s hand came to my back as she came close behind me, acting as if I were some kind of shield—a protector—something and someone I wasn’t. I spun to face her in the darkness. Her doe-eyed stare met mine as she froze in place.

Cecilia Abernathy represented everything that had been stripped away from me. There was a time in my life when I would have deserved to be in her presence. That was before.

She had the qualities of a princess, whether she ...