There was a red mark on his arm where her strength had gripped him, but he seemed more amused than hurt.
That chuckle made her flinch as realization crashed over her like a cold wave. What had she done? She had just physically assaulted someone she believed carried her husband's soul.
The guilt and confusion warred with her rage, creating a tempest of emotion in her ancient heart.
He just shook his head with that infuriating smirk and turned away, his voice carrying casual dismissal. "You will never be able to satisfy me."
As he began to walk away, panic seized her chest. She couldn't let him leave—not when she had finally found him, not when the impossible had become reality. Her hand shot out, grabbing his other wrist with desperate strength.
"Stop!" The word tore from her throat with raw desperation. "What did you say?"
