A man's tool...

Lyla

My eyes simmered with tears as I walked away from Ramsey.

The moment he touched my body – I was reminded of the first day I had been with him. It wasn't the most tender of lovemaking but up until now, I still craved to be wanted like that. The pure lust, the ecstasy on his face when he had pushed against me… and truly, I wanted him.

Just his body… nothing else. Though there had been a certain longing that tangled with my emotion, I didn't want to dwell on it or think about It, so I pushed it down and made my way to one of the rooms adjoining the funeral hall.

There, I found Nathan pacing restlessly, his brow furrowed with anger mixed with concern.

As soon as I entered, he stopped in his tracks and turned to face me, his jaw clenched. His eyes filled with worry and something else. He walked up to me our gaze locked onto each other.