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“That's wonderful to hear.” Elariya's sweet voice reached out to me.
Garrick followed them inside, and I watched them go, wanting nothing more than to join them. But I held back, fighting the temptation that pushed me forward like an invisible hand.
The door closed behind them, the soft sound impossibly loud to me.
I stared at the door, the truth of my mage's power over me hitting hard again.
I'd placed Garrick in charge here because of his strength and power. His ability to scout and sense trouble before it came made him perfect to keep Elariya and Arielle safe. Yet here I was, still seething because of his closeness to my mage.
And I was fucking jealous.Me.
It should have been me who showed her the moon, not him.
It should have been me touching her hair and going inside with her and Sirril to have cake. Not him.
I'd spent years searching for vengeance, for purpose, for a way out of the dark. Then she came along, and suddenly, I wanted more.
I wanted her.
It felt like I wasn't truly alive untilher.
Days.That's all it had been since I’d known her. And she'd become my new obsession. The thing I couldn't stop thinking about, couldn't stopwanting.
Elariya Grayson crawled under my skin and into my mind, working her magic until she was all I could think about. Butwanting the little mage came with a price. One I couldn't afford.Weakness.
Weakness was a disease that could consume you the instant you let it take root in your soul.
I should have known better. Fate had never been kind to monsters like me. The moment you reached for the light, the shadows always took more.
That was the cruelest part of being Death.
Chapter 29
Elariya
“The Allure of the Forbidden”
Day 11
Today is my second day in Galaythia.
Everything about being here has intrigued me in ways I never thought possible. The beauty and wonder have distracted me from worrying myself sick about my family. And the depressing realization that Wolfe has been avoiding me.
However, my worries have caught up with me today.
I don't know what concerns me more: my family, the uncertainty of the future, or the madness that has led to this fascination with my captor.
Since I need to be honest, I'll admit the latter troubles me more than I'd like.
There are so many sides to Wolfe Nightblade. So many faces.
I liked the versions of him that protected me, saved me, and intrigued me with his mystical magic.
So today, I still echo the words: Beware of the Fae Prince.
And do not trust your heart.
It doesn't know what to do when you're around that man.
