Page 2 of The Book Reader
Macy, the princess of hell, the daughter of the self-proclaimed king of the Underworld, thought that I could be hers. She felt that she could possess not only me, but my realm.
She decided if she couldn’t have me, then no one else could either.
There was a battle, and that’s when I had to pull a poisoned Reaper arrow out of my mate’s heart.
Reapers are deadly to everyone, which is why Tate keeps an army of them. Their combined force, with the Blood Bringer, has made him unstoppable.
He murdered my mate without even blinking.
I’ve had to watch my love die in my arms, cradling her body until the last breath left her lungs and the spark in her eyes went out.
They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
That’s fucking bullshit.
Watching the one person in all the universes, that was meant for you. That was your whole reason forbeing, die?
Is devastating.
For years, I walked around the Underworld feeling like I didn’t belong. The pain of just waking was too much sometimes.
Thoughts of taking my own life so I could join her crossed my mind every second. Killing a lord is almost impossible; I would have crawled on my hands and knees up the black volcanoes of the Underworld to beg the reapers to take me.
I never took it that far. She would have hated me in the afterlife for doing that, and I had my people to think about.
That very first time, I thought I’d lost her. I thought she was gone forever.
Nearly a century later, rumors circulated that someone new had been born into the world, someone so powerful that even Tate was growing restless to hear of it.
I was excited that someone would finally be able to avenge my lost love.
Imagine the pure euphoria I felt when I saw a woman with amber eyes burning, the Orion's Belt birthmark on her cheek clear for all to see: her Book Reader marking.
Trelor, my inner daemon, had been silent in his own grief since the day that she left us., When he felt this woman, he knew she was his mate.
This blonde woman was our Rose.
She didn’t remember me. In fact, when I tried to speak to her, she kicked my ass.
My Rose was reborn as a mortal witch, and a powerful one.
Still, I thought that this time would be different; we could make it right. But she wasn’t quite powerful enough. Our chance at being together ended with her being brutally murdered.
That’s when I realized the vicious cycle we were stuck in.
A never-ending loop, unbroken for thousands of years. I have spent more time grieving her than I have being with my one true love.
I miss her every single day.
Today is the anniversary of losing her in her most recent life. I remember each of her deaths like they happened yesterday. This last one seems to have hit me harder than the rest.
“My lord? Will you be coming back to the castle for dinner this evening?”
Mark, my assistant, breaks into my thoughts. I lift my head and watch as he walks further into my office. “No, I will be out again,” I say, my voice gone dark and husky.
Most nights this month I’ve been spending as close to her as possible.
My eyes shut tight as images of my Rose’s last life flash in my head like a flickering movie screen. Pictures of us dancing together, of her laughing at me trying to cook. The way her eyes rolled back in her head when I slipped my cock into her soaked cunt. Every tremble and shake of her body when she would come so fiercely for me.
