Page 71 of Princess Redeemed
“She did.”
“Why?”I ask, more to the universe than to Alara or anyone else.“They were already dead.Rogan admitted to killing them.He thought he had to do it to protect members of his pack.And to protect me.Or his mate, who he didn’t know at the time.Who he then thought was me.But it isn’t.”
To think I questioned myself only weeks ago.Thought my demon stepfather might have some kind of psychokinetic control over me.
How could I have ever doubted myself?
“Self-doubt is natural,” Alara says.
“Would you please stop doing that?”I demand.
“It’s simple intuition,” she says.“You know I can’t read your mind.I’ve told you I’m not clairvoyant.”
“I’m not so sure,” I mumble.
I rub at my forehead, trying to ease the thoughts racing into my mind.
The memories.The lies.
“You said the vamps threatened me, and that’s why you killed them.”
“Yes.”
“Why, then, would I take their hearts?They were already dead.The threat had been eliminated.”
“I don’t know, Hannah.I don’t believe itwasyou, at least not the you that I know.”
I rub at my forehead, trying to ease the axe that’s hacking into my skull.
This isn’t right.
This isn’t right.
My stomach clenches, and I double over in pain with a gasp.
“Princess!”
Rogan grips my shoulders, but I hold up a hand to keep him back.I dry heave onto the dirt.Nothing comes up.Not even Rogan’s blood.
Good.
I need the blood.
I need the strength.
Because I know what I must now do.
War may be raging, but I have my own battle.A battle for my very soul.
If I truly mutilated two bodies—and I’m not at all convinced that I did—I must find out why and who manipulated me into it.
“I didn’t do it, Rogan,” I choke out.
“Hannah...I love you.That won’t change.”
“You can love a person capable of such a horrific act?”
“You loveme, don’t you?I ended their lives because they threatened my mate.You.”
