Epilogue

London  I stared out the window as my fingers slowly worked to clasp the buttons of my crisp white dress shirt. I snapped my attention back to the present when I felt my mate's gentle touch glide over the wide expanse of my shoulder. I smiled, brushing my hair back and turning to face her smiling face. Eighteen years, and she didn't look a day older than twenty-five—the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. “Here, I'll help with your tie,” she murmured, starting the knot around my neck, and I could only stare down at her like a lovesick puppy. She looked even more beautiful today, if that were even possible. Her dark hair was curled to perfection, the black shimmering gown accentuated her curves, and the thigh-high slit revealed slender, long legs that I imagined putting over my shoulder while doing wicked things to her. I groaned at the thought, pulling her chin up so our eyes met. Even in those heels, she was still a midget compared to me. “We should just ditch the party and