Constantine’s thumb ran over my cheeks, wiping the tears away. “Don’t cry anymore. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere this time.” How could I trust him? He’d been letting me live a lie for ten years. “You just have to trust me, princess.” Large, warm arms covered me, pulling me into him. I wanted to resist, to shove him away again, but… I didn’t. I inhaled the smell of his cologne and slowly, my heart began to relax and I could breathe again. “This can’t be real. I don’t understand how any of this is possible. I hate you.” “It is real, it is possible, and you don’t hate me.”
