She smiles at the tattoo on his wrist: a bird carrying a message with her name written on it.
Finally home. Her soldier, her warrior, blocks the light from the front door of the cottage. His silhouette is dark and hard. She can’t see his face, aching to know if he is safe, or scarred this time. He’s always physically fine, beautiful and strong, but scarred beyond all recognition underneath that skin. And his uniform, all thickened into his pores like a shell. This time is...Read On