A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

As soon as they walked through the front door, Silas barely looked at her.

Calliope knew something was off. She gazed at Silas with big, apologetic eyes.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Don't be upset, okay? I'm totally fine, see?"

She slipped her arm through his and flashed him her sweetest, most hopeful smile, trying her best to cheer him up.

Calliope had a pretty good idea what was going on. Silas must've thought she'd gotten herself into some kind of trouble, and of course, he'd been worried sick.

After everything went down with those guys earlier, she hadn't texted him to let him know she was safe or even gone back to look for him. No wonder he was upset.

"I'm sorry, babe. I promise I won't do that again! Please don't be mad, okay?"

melting against him—and Silas

but worried. "I know you can handle yourself, but still-anything

intense. He couldn't stand the

a little sheepish. "I'm really sorry, I swear I didn't do it on purpose. I just

person I think of if anything happens! My husband's the best. I know you'll have

clinging to his

acted this way. Just a little sweetness

of furniture," he grumbled, trying

know!" Calliope giggled, pressing him down onto the couch before climbing right onto his lap, planting

have no idea how much I

was hoarse

the fear. The idea of losing her terrified

love was wild and desperate. It left Calliope's whole body aching by morning, but she understood he'd been scared, and

promise me, no more secrets, okay? Whatever's going on, you tell me. We're

nestled her head