The Wrong Tiger In My Bed
Language: en
The gray haze that had clouded my vision for months finally fractured, dissolving into sharp, brilliant focus. My eyesight was back. Joy surged in my chest, a bright, sudden thing, and I spun around to share the news with my husband. But as I reached the heavy oak door of our bedroom, the sound of a voice—not his, but his brother’s—stopped me dead in my tracks. "Come on, man," his brother was pleading, his tone low and urgent. "I know you lost your memories, but Celeste is still your fated mate. Your fiancée." There was a heavy pause. "She’s badly hurt," the brother pressed on. "Your…