Now
Adea
Long black curls of hair fell down on the bed, eyelashes fanned his cheeks and a sharp nose. I recognized him instantly, I remembered what I had forgotten. The man who came for me, the man whose love was painful, the man who kept his promise was in front of me, laying in bed with me.
My fingers trembled as I reached out to touch him. We were running and we’d almost been free. We would have been free… if not for the witch. My fingers froze. The ritual. She’d completed the ritual.
Goddess. Ethan. The memory of me crying, sobbing, and screaming on the metal table melted into the day Shane ripped his heart out of his chest. The pain I had felt had been real.
The loss of my mate had been real. The hate Shane felt for him had been real. The rough way he took me that night had been real. The sword through his chest had given me the revenge I wanted but it wasn’t enough.
