7
Devon returned to the kitchen, his pulse racing. Dancing with Rebecca had begun a stirring inside his heart, a heart he’d feared had remained stone even when Aphrodite had turned him back to flesh and blood. A stirring like the first tentative shoots of flowers in early spring. A promise of things to come, of things to change.
Am I capable of change? After spending the last two centuries caged in stone with no hope of escape or death, he’d had no thoughts of change, only survival or death. But he was free now, free in a way he’d never imaged and he was here with a woman unlike any he’d ever met before.
He’d learned more about her today while they’d shopped and spent time together than he ever had another soul. She was a woman who loved walking in the morning and seeing the sunrise cre
