Liam Yancey had been holed up all day, his usually sharp mind now a blank slate. His dark eyes were fixated on the woman's pale face, his heart aching to the point of numbness.
Every now and then, he would sit on the edge of the bed, cradle Tara Summer in his arms, and proceed to shower her cheeks, forehead, brows, eyes, nose, with kisses before planting a deep one on her lips.
With his arms wrapped tightly around her, he felt an almost overwhelming urge to meld her into him. At that moment, his mind echoed with Sebastian Kingsley's words.
He had said, "You two cannot be together. You won't have offspring. Your bodies mutually repel each other, and the symptoms will gradually surface…"
Cannot be together...mutual repulsion...symptoms will gradually surface...She will be tormented by illness...only by drifting apart...can they find redemption...