The grass was warm beneath Olivia's back, the scent of wildflowers was sweet in the morning air. A soft breeze brushed over her face and toyed with strands of her hair. Her eyes were closed, but her lips curled in a soft, dreamy smile.
Yesterday, she married Damien. She still could not believe that it happened! After the war and being identified as a witch, she had given up on the dreams of a normal family. But now…
They had danced beneath the stars, shared whispered promises and breathless laughter, and laid together beneath the open sky until the moon dipped low and sleep stole them away. Her fingers still curled lightly in the folds of his shirt as he slept beside her with his arm around her waist.
She had never been this happy, not in this life and not in the one before.
It felt like—
Her thoughts shattered the moment a presence slid across her senses. Someone was watching them, him to be precise and it irked her at once.
