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

by Amber V. Nicole

“You give me the best memories.” I had said it that night, and he had. Under stars, on a lake at night with sparklers and moonkrest who were rare and eternal. And now I wouldn’t remember that or the first time he made me laugh. I wouldn’t remember the festival and the face he made the first time he tried cotton candy, my heart fluttering as I laughed—really laughed—for the first time in ages. I wouldn’t remember the photo booth he could barely fit in, that stupid garden at Drake’s, or that damned flower I’d tossed away the first time we fought. That was when I thought he despised me, but I’d stared at it for days as it wilted. I wouldn’t remember the castle he made me when I wanted nothing but to be left alone. I wouldn’t remember the ocean and how I dipped my toes in the edge as he watched, waiting and making sure I did not break. I wouldn’t remember how he healed me or our ice skating and laughing. I wouldn’t remember our small but perfect wedding. I wouldn’t remember what we had, the fights, the laughs, the playfulness. None of it. All of it would be gone and tainted by Kaden. I failed Samkiel like I failed Gabby. I should have told her I loved her more. I should have told him more. Now, I’d never get the chance.