CHAPTER 11
GALEN
Persy is no longer Persy. But she is also no longer Stephanie Perreault.
He only met Stephanie Perreault once, and there was much blinking on his part to ensure she wasn’t an illusion. Some kind of swamp siren messing with his head. He was twenty-one back then, and she was on the verge of turning sixteen. Too young for him. But that hadn’t stopped him from imprinting on her in an instant.
She was his. Age was only a matter of years—five and a handful of days, to be exact. That was how long he decided to gift her before he would establish his claim. Five years to grow, to attend her rich-folks university, to experience a life that didn’t include him.
But five years was all he would give her. She would become his after that. That was true when she was Stephanie. And it
