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A female bear stood beside a larger male bear, as well as three other bears that looked remarkably like Jace.

Ashen froze and knew exactly who these people were.

The woman took a few steps forward, her legs shaking. “Torrent,” she whispered.

And then she reached up and pushed a piece of hair behind his ear as if she had done so countless times before.

“Mom,” he whispered.

“Torrent,” she whispered, and then she tucked her head under his chin and wept as the others looked on and spoke to him, telling him stories of his time before he became a reaper, tales of who he had been.

He didn’t know if he would ever be that man again, but that was okay with him. Because now he had a second chance. He looked at Eva and knew who he wanted to take his second chance with. This was their beginning, their chance, and when the time came, he would take every next step with her.

ChapterSix

Four months later

“Iwant you to come,” Ashen whispered into her ear.

“You say that every day, and yet, you’ve never been inside me. I wonder why that is.”

“You wanted to take it slow,” he said, nibbling at her chin.

She groaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. They were naked, skin to skin, and she wanted him inside her desperately, just like so many times before. But they had waited to go further…until now.

Mostly because everybody in their life had told them that they didn’t have to rush into it. They could take their time. And with so much change and the fact that Ashen was still trying to remember every detail about who Torrent was, they had put their bonding on hold.

Because Eva wanted to know who he was, all facets of him, and she was grateful that he was taking the time to learn more about her, as well.

They lived in the banshee realm, mostly because it was safer for her. It was hard for her to be around so many humans and other paranormals when she could scream for their death at any moment. With a denser population, it was harder on her. She would visit the other realms if she had too much power quaking inside her, but the banshee realm was quieter.

And that was good for Ashen because he could find his new place in a world where others might not understand him and know more about him than he did about himself.

All of that fled her mind as he slowly slid his hand between them, cupping her.

“Are you ready for me?”

“I don’t know, you better check,” she said, licking her lips.

He looked at her then, his unusual eyes gorgeous and sultry. And then he slid one large finger into her, finding that bundle of nerves that almost sent her right over the edge. Her toes curled, and she gritted her teeth, not wanting to come yet.

“Oh, yes, wet and slick, it’s so fucking hot.”

“All for you, Ashen.”

“I love it when you call me that.”

“It’s the name of the man I love. The man I found.”

He was Torrent to everyone else, something that he appreciated. Yet to her, he would always be Ashen. The man who had refused to kill her, and the one that she had sung to at first sight.

He was her reaper, her Ashen, and she loved that she had a special name for him.

“Bond with me. Make love to me. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“I’m going to bond with you. As a bear, too.”

She frowned. “I am not getting furry with you for your bear.”

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