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Sighing, I stared at her sleeping form. “I healed her wounds thinking she would wake up, but it’s been days.”

“It is not a physical ailment but an emotional one, and I am afraid Unir’s gifts cannot heal that.”

I studied her face as her brows drew together, reacting to whatever dream she was having.

“I feel it best for her to stay here. Until she is better, at least, and until you and the council have made your final judgment. She will be safe here. No one knows of this place except The Hand, and they would rather cut their own throats than betray you.”

“Still an advisor to the gods, Roccurem? Even after all this time.”

“Yes, it appears so. I will admit it is peculiar to see you so enamored with one living being. It would seem it took a fiery temptress to tame the untamable.”

Tame. Is that what Dianna had done to me? It seemed such a small word for what I felt. She hadn’t tamed me. She’d healed me without even realizing it.

“You can return to the council, Roccurem, and let the others know I’ll be there after she wakes.”

“Are you going to tell her of your dreams?”

I looked at him. “No, and they don’t need to know either.”

“Even if it is a premonition of your inevitable demise?”

“Even then. If it is to happen, I need them ready.” My eyes returned to her, always to her. “All of them.”

He didn’t speak for a minute, and I knew he was scanning to see what outcome my decisions would make.

He didn’t move. “She will be furious once she learns.”

My nightmares plagued me day in and day out. My essence ripped from my body as my light bled into the sky, the gates opening with armies more vast than ever before. Stepping through into another realm, and that damn frost that chilled me to the bone.

“Roccurem, it is not your place to worry over what she may or may not feel. Go back to the council halls.”

“Is that an order, god king?”

I gave him a stony stare. “Did it sound like a suggestion?”

“Very well.” He nodded once, taking a last look at Dianna before disappearing in the swirling starry mist.

It was ridiculous to be jealous. Logan had said that I did not make my feelings clear enough when she and I were together, something I intended to correct as soon as possible. I also knew she had shared her time with mortals during her grief. Not that I judged, but it hurt. Some part of me shattered when I found out she had shared her body with another after our time together. It was not a feeling I was used to.

Mortals shouldn’t bother me. I knew I was much more accomplished than them when it came to sex. It wasn’t until her that I started to question myself. I’d felt nervous and on edge since the beginning. Her words alone often made this weird fluttering feeling hit my gut. It was something I had never experienced. She got to me unlike any other.

Roccurem’s intentions didn’t seem nefarious, but it seemed I was a selfish bastard with her time. Even at that damned vampire mansion, I wanted it all. Her laughter, her smiles, and all of her attention. Selfish indeed. I wanted to be the one she turned to, not him, not mortals. Me.

As soon as the air settled from Roccurem’s departure, I leaned forward, resting my forehead against hers. “Please wake up. I don’t care if you hate me, are angry, or yell and scream. You can wish death upon me, but I need you to wake up. I need you here with me.”

Fifty

Dianna

“We have to go. There are more coming!” Neverra yelled.

We began cutting a path through the Irvikuva that had reached us. I had never seen a horde as large as this one. They swarmed, blanketing the sky and diving at us as we escaped the burning factory. We ran down steps and through hidden tunnels, trying to find our way back to the cavern where we had entered.

I stopped, my side, my shoulder, my whole being burning. Logan and Neverra flanked me, their weapons at the ready. I tried to catch my breath, but I was weak, and my body was failing. How could I kill Kaden and make him pay for what he’d done to her, to us, when I could barely even stand? Hate and anger ran through my veins. Here I was, running down another tunnel, only this time away from him. Something inside me cracked. No. I wouldn’t be her anymore. I wouldn’t.

“Where is the stone?”

Neverra and Logan looked at me, their skin glowing with celestial blue. The Irvikuva were all around us. They loved the hunt and were closing in.

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