Chapter 75

Sienna's POV

Cora. His dead mate. The woman he'd never gotten over, never stopped loving.

He wasn't making love to me. He was making love to a ghost, to a memory, to someone who would never come back. In his drunken state, he'd confused me for her, and everything - the tenderness, the declarations of love, the promises - all of it had been meant for someone else.

Before I could stop myself