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“What are you thinking about?” Emmett asks. “Stabbing you,” I reply, eyes closed. “That’s not very polite.” “Running me over wasn’t very polite.” “Again, you tripped.”
My father says that the way she recalled the tiny details of their past conversations is what made him fall in love with her. She made him feel seen.
To marry him would be to make the greatest match of any girl in the history of England. It would mean not only a title, influence, money, and security, but all of that forever. Bram and Mor are immortal. This isn’t just about us, but about every generation that follows.
Bram, whose face is unreadable, but his eyes—I swear they keep landing on me.
“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” He rakes an agonized hand through his hair. “I can’t.” “Why not?” Emmett hesitates. I gather my skirts to leave. “I’m going.” He sidesteps to block the door.
“You think this is me trying to seduce you? If I were trying to seduce you, you’d know.”
I had a lonely childhood and then a lonely adolescence. It wasn’t until Bram showed up that I remembered what it was like to have a family.”
“Have you read any good books lately?” “Are you quizzing him?”
“Just breathe,” Bram whispers. “I’ve got you.”
his face so perfect it still knocks me off my axis. It’s like I’m always caught on the wrong foot with him. He looks at me, gaze flickering down to my lips. My eyes drop closed as he leans in, but his lips just barely brush the top of my cheekbone. “Sleep well, Lady Ivy.”
“I know my way around a corset, Ivy.”
“You’ve done perfectly well. I think the kissing lesson is over.”
“Sometimes I’m afraid that I was too coddled. I think my parents and sister loved me so much, I’m not prepared for a world that doesn’t love me the same way.”
My head is tucked against his warm chest, his heartbeat hammering in my ears. He’s got an arm tucked against my back, his hand falling right on the small of my waist.
I’m properly crying now, both in sadness for Greer and overwhelmed with the rush of love I feel for these girls.
“Because I don’t think I’m strong enough to stick around and watch you win.” “Why’d you come back?” “Because I wasn’t strong enough to stay away.” “I thought you didn’t like me,” I gasp. He pulls back enough to look me directly in the eye. “Like you? Ivy Benton, I am obsessed with you. It’s going to kill me.”
never asked for this. But I am asking for you.” I take a hard look at his face. There are those eyes, the ones from a fever dream. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to sweat him out. “You don’t need to ask. I’m already yours.”
“I want you to make me forget Prince Emmett.”
Once I have written this letter, I am going to ask Queen Mor to remove all memory of you from my head. It’s the only chance any of us have for peace. I know you will find happiness with someone who isn’t me. I pray I am able to become the wife Bram deserves.
In another life, it would have been us, but not in this one. I can’t have you in the way you deserve to be had. Know how desperately I love you. Know how sorry I am. And know that I’m doing the best that I can. Ivy p.s. I owed you a coat.
