Chapter 210

ABIGAIL HAD NEVER SEEN anything more beautiful than Luke. The way he looked at her... How he made her feel... And to think, she'd cursed Baron for giving her this life. Without it, she'd never have met Luke. All the hardships, the years, they'd led her here. To him.

"Abigail?" He stroked her hair, her face. She didn't care about the muscle twinges, the pressure on her shoulder or the throb of bruises. He was touching her.

"I hate Baron, but..."

"There's no ‘But' about it, he better stay across the damn ocean."

"He arranged it all."

"What?"

"My death."

"I'm supposed to thank him for that?"

"I'm dead, Luke. Think about it."

He stared at her, his gaze a little unsteady. If she had to guess, based on the state of the house, he'd been in mourning. For her. And here she'd wondered if he cared, if her coming back from the dead was a good idea or not.

"You look awfully alive to me," he said.

"Yael is dead. No one is looking for her."

"So what?"