The Storm King (The Lost God, #3)

by Sheila Masterson

Of course Cato knew his lineage. He only hoped the god didn’t share it with the whole room.

Uhhhhh

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay,” Rainer promised. The words meant nothing. Everything was already so wrong.

“Cece, I could never forget you. You have my whole heart.”

I crescent promise I will come back to you. Just trust me like I trusted you last time.”

There was hardly anything he could remember before Cecilia. There was so little that existed without her.

So he took her hand and forced a smile like he had so many times before when he wanted to protect her.

*flips table forever and ever*

“Do you really think my heart could forget you when you’ve been wrapped around it for more than half my life?” Rainer whispered. “Do you think I wouldn’t feel you the moment you’re close to me? I could never forget you. You and I are infinite.”

“I would know you even if battle blinded me.

I would know the scent of you on the wind and the way it’s stitched to every memory of love in my life.

And I would even know the absence of you if we’d never met, like a dark night sky aching for the shine of stars. I will always know you, Cecilia.”

I’m going to remember you, and then I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making new memories—writing new stories.”

This was her. This was the entirety of her presence in Rainer’s life. Seeing it all at once stole her breath.

Cecilia had been saved by Rainer’s love. Losing that felt like dying all over again.

“Who did that to you?”

Hope was a fragile thing, but Evan clung to it.

Comparing wounds is pointless. Our attention needs to be focused on those who afflicted that damage.”

“I have trained and fought and fucked for this,” Mika said, her voice full of venom. “I will kill Vincent Savero.

She’d promised him the rest of her days by his side, and that was a promise she intended to keep.

Still, he couldn’t make sense of it, but he was grateful for the anchor when he felt completely unmoored in his own mind.

“I need you.”

He needed to wake up and make sure she was okay. She was hurt. He could tell. He needed to fix it.

“I’m going to tell you a story. Follow the fairy tale. You’ll remember it. It will lead you back.

Rainer was expecting the woman whose whispers led him out of the dark. He was expecting to be looking into bright blue eyes.

“I don’t even remember her face. Just that she was crying, and they pulled her away. Is she okay? Who is she?”

“What am I forgetting?” Rainer asked.

Let’s just say that I hope you’re as good at recovering your memories as you are at being self-righteous.”