The Weight of Secrets

Valerie POV

I had never seen a man who looked like he’d been carved out of moonlight and violence until I looked at him.

He was mesmerizing. That was the only word for it. He didn’t look like a living, breathing being; he looked like a sculpture of marble and silver, something crafted by a god who wanted to remind humanity of its own insignificance. His hair was a startling, pure white, falling