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Flashes of William locked away, a newborn in my arms, and then my worst nightmare.
Joanne was dead. Blood surrounded her, gushing from her wounds as I sat on the throne with nothing left to live for.
Did I do this? I couldn’t have. I could never. And I knew I didn’t. Yes, I had blood on my hands, but the cuts on her body weren’t mine. The ice that layered around her wounds wasn’t mine. The bruises on her face weren’t from my hands.
No, they were fromhis.
I had to run, knowing they wouldn’t believe me. Saying I orchestrated everything to claim the throne for myself.
My son was taken from me, a child I knew wasn’t mine. He was William’s. But he felt like my own.
I ran, hid, and life after life, I searched for her, needing her beside me to make it right. Needing her to be okay and safe.
Every life that followed I changed, my anger and rage reaching higher until too many deaths were on my hands. Too many souls taken with my powers. All to feel anything other than heartbreak. The hole she had left.
Sometimes I found her, only to watch her die again. And then those familiar words Logan spoke flowed through me, and with that, my eyes snapped open, meeting Celine’s.
I was speechless. My thoughts were a mess. My previous selves all spoke, drowning me with their needs and struggles.
However, we had two things in common. Two things to live and die for.
Revenge and love.
I focused on that. I focused on how I would kill William and punish him for his betrayal. How I would love Joanne, hold her until we both died of old age. And then, slowly, carefully, the voices changed.
All the voices became one, syncing until it all became clear.
“Oh, he is mine.” I grinned, knowing exactly whose blood would stain my skin next.
“Isaac, you are clouded by what he has done. You have to break the curse Helia put on you and Joanne.” Celine tried to reason with me and see the things I had missed.
“You believe I cannot mark Joanne because that would be her death?”
“Yes.”
“Have I ever marked her before?”
“Yes, the first time, and she died in childbirth.”
I smiled, knowing I wasn’t the only one that might have missed some things. “No, William killed her that day. It wasn’t because of the curse that was put on me.”
Her brows pinched. “No, it was.”
“She wasn’t carrying my child. He was William’s.”
“She lost William’s baby,” she whispered, unsure of her words, and maybe she was right, but everything inside me said she wasn’t. Joanne never lost William’s child, and she didn’t die in childbirth. She died at his hands and her son, was taken.
“You can’t see everything?” I asked.
She crossed her arm and shook her head. “Not when it comes to William, same with you. Even now, by giving you something of yourself back, I can’t watch with you.”
I hummed, and an idea came to mind. Pushing away the thought of her being my mother. “Was I ever mated to her in one of my past lives?”
The corner of her lip twitched. “The love between you two transcends a mate bond, but I wanted to help this time. It took a lot from me to intertwine your souls because I need Helia for that, but I made it work.”
That was why I sensed this weakness coming from her and why Finlay didn’t recognize her as the moon goddess. She wasn’t at her full strength.
“But she can’t get pregnant, you know that,” she warned.
