Chapter 56

I can't breathe. Her memory fills my thoughts. At my shock, she turns away, her shoulders quivering. I stand staring at the graceful lines of her body. Her perfect skin, perfect everything. It's her-my fantasy. But in the actual fantasy she's not crying.

I blow out the breath I've been holding and step out of the shower. The items in my hands fall to the counter and my legs move me back into the shower. I rest my palms on the hair covering her shoulders. Pulling her up toward me, I mold her back to the front of mine and draw in a deep breath, let it out, and close my eyes. Fuck.

Grazing her ear with my lips I whisper, "Don't cry."

My words release a torrent of gut-wrenching sobs and I hold on, keeping her tightly wrapped in my arms while the warm water cascades over us. I offer comfort, but anger, apathy, longing, and just the unbelievable feeling that this is a dream cascade through my brain. Monroe knew. Somehow... someway... he found Hooriya because he knew.

And she's Monroe's s