Chapter 13 - The Perch in the Sunset
I looked up into his handsome, rugged face.
I reached out and placed my hand against his cheek, feeling the roughness of his
jaw.
“I don't want Paris, Dominic,” I whispered.
His breath hitched.
“What do you want, Sylvie?”
“I want the cliffs,” I answered.
“I want the hawk soaring above the waves. I want the man who protected my sister
when the world was burning.”
Dominic closed his eyes, leaning his cheek into my palm.
He let out a long, ragged breath, pulling me gently against his chest.
His strong arms wrapped around me like an unbreakable shield.
“I fell in love with you the moment you held that hawk in the rain,” he murmured
May you like
against my hair.
“You had nothing, yet you gave everything to protect a memory.”
