Chapter 8
“I can’t even begin to describe how old I am, how much I have seen and done and experienced. And yet with all of that, still she amazes me. She is as pure as freshly fallen snow, as hopeful as new life in the spring, and she loves me. How can I ever be worthy of that?” ~Trik
“It’s sort of creepy to wake up and have silver, glowing eyes staring so intently at me,” Cassie said as she yawned and stretched her stiff limbs. Trik sat in a chair next to her bed. His arms were resting on his legs as he leaned towards her.
A small smile played on his lips. “Get used to it, Beautiful, because I plan to watch you sleep whenever I can.”
“Your comment just upped the creepy factor several points,” she told him as she sat up and swung her legs over to dangle off the side of the bed. Trik ea
