Chapter 162

Wyatt

She had no idea what I wanted to do and that made it even better. I held the scarf in my hands. The silky black fabric was cool in my hands.

“Trust me, Ma Sha?” I asked again. She looked from the scarf to me and nodded. She was confused but gave me that trust. I cherished it and though this gift was a bit selfish, If I’d learned anything about Bri it was that she soaked it up like she did the light of the moon. She was a sensual creature. This woman before me, watching her learn to surrender to that had been my greatest gift in life. Tonight the selfish bastard that I was, I’d take another gift for myself. I wanted to memorize her in a different way.

When I lifted the scarf over her eyes the darkness peered curiously back at me, a sheen of silver in those soft green orbs, but the wraith didn’t balk. I tied it firmly then, letting that glorious high ponytail stand tall and proud, perfect for grabbing. I then slipped the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the dress pooling at