Scars of Betrayal

Marcella

I came awake in the early hours of the morning and put out my hand to reach for my husband. It was chill in the room and I missed his warm, hard body.

But Cassian was not beside me. The grey dawn filtered in through the blinds. I sat up slowly and looked around me. My short shift had ridden up during the night and my hair was a tangled mess, tendrils curling around my face.

Looking toward