He ran a hand through Emily’s hair, coiling a silken tendril between his fingers. Never in all his years could he have expected such a creature, so different from him, to make him so happy. He lived to see her smile, to make her laugh, to kiss her. He wanted to spend all day reading with her, all night loving her. Find every ticklish spot and every place that made her moan and sigh. He wanted a life with her, but it wasn’t possible.
“Godric?” Emily’s voice cut through his brooding. He hadn’t realized she was awake.
“I’m sorry, darling, did I wake you?”
“I am a light sleeper.” She raised her head a little, her violet eyes pale and silvery in the moonlight. “May I ask you something?”
Godric fought the urge to smile. “Oh, I suppose.”
“Ashton mentioned your father, and how he—”
Godric’s
