The Dawn of the Cursed Queen (Gods & Monsters, #3)

by Amber V. Nicole

His eyes didn’t soften at my words. “What else am I missing, Dianna?” You died. It was on the tip of my tongue. It was right there. If I told him, it would make sense to him why I’d asked Reggie and not him, why I felt so empty when it came to feeding, and why, above all, I had been so overprotective. I could tell him, and then I’d have to tell him everything. It would ruin his hope for The Hand. I would have to tell him I had given up the one thing he wanted most of all, traded it for his life, and a part of me was terrified. It meant I’d have to tell him my one true fear and why touching him reassured me so damn much. Why, I desperately needed to know that I was wrong and that he still wanted and cared for me. What if I’d given up our mark, and we weren’t mates anymore? What if I had saved his life but, in turn, ruined mine? “Nothing.” I shook my head, and he stared at me. “Nothing.” He leaned back a fraction, gazing at me, and I thought he knew just how terrible I was at lying. I thought he knew it all, but my stress died the second he held his hand toward me, his pinky finger extended. “Pinky swear.” “Pinky swear?” I repeated. “Yes, it’s the law and an unbreakable promise, as you said before. I will only believe you if you do.” I couldn’t stop the grin or the god-awful feeling I had when I hooked his finger with mine and lied and lied and lied. I was a cruel, awful bitch. And I loved him.

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