Chapter 17

Leaving her was the hardest and probably the stupidest thing he could do. A part of him could have remained pressed against her naked flesh forever. Funny how when Rafe was balls deep in Emma, everything that bothered him, all the things that made him tense, fled.

In her embrace, he felt free. As if he did not have a care in the universe. I'm happy.

But that happiness would be short-lived if the citadel were about to blow up. And no, he didn't have any concrete evidence that it would happen, nothing but a gut instinct. Something didn't feel right. It nagged at him, and for once, it wasn't from that empty, itching spot within that whispered he had to find the artifacts. Find us. Touch us. We need to be together.