Page 95 of Chaos
The truth spilling so easily from my lips surprised me.
“What?” She propped her head up with one hand, gaze intent on me as though I’d just unearthed something shocking.
Shaking my head, I reached out and tucked a lock of flame-red hair behind her ear. “It’s true. No one has ever stayed long enough to see morning.”
“Really? Not even your first love?”
“I’ve never been in love.”
This confession fell from me as easily as the first. It would have been worrisome, except I knew with absolute certainty I could trust her.
“Don’t lie to me,” she teased. “How could a man like you have never been in love?”
“It’s the truth.”
“But Sin said?—”
She stopped herself and looked away from me. Reaching out, I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger and forced her to return her attention to me.
“Sin said what?”
“That you and he weren’t always horsemen. That means you must’ve had a human life before all... this.”
“I did.”
“So then I don’t understand.”
“What’s so hard to understand?”
“If you were human before, how could you not have a first love? Even six-year-olds fall in love. It’s like a rite of passage.”
She was genuinely taken aback, and it could not have been more adorable.
“I think you’re forgetting that the world I grew up in was not like yours.”
“Well, duh, you’re like a million years old.”
“Not quite a million.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, but you’re old. You look like you could’ve fought in the Trojan War.”
I smirked, raising one brow.
“No!” Her shock had me near laughter.
“It’s their own fault for stealing Helen. They had it coming.”
“You really lived that long ago?”
“Yes, Red. I lived that long ago. I was a warrior nearly from birth. I grew up with Spartan blood running through my veins and planned to die in battle. War had other plans.”
“Okay, fine, but it’s not like love was invented in my century. I’ve read the Greek myths. Those assholes were falling in love left and right. And even Spartan warriors had to get married and make babies. Some of those had to be for love.”
“True, but I wasn’t one of them.”
She stared at me in a mix of something like sadness and awe.
“Why do you look so sad?” I asked, unable to fathom why this creature would care if I ever loved another.
