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I was like a mosaic: beautiful and put-together from a distance but upon closer inspection, nothing more than shards of raw materials and broken fragments of a girl that used to be.
I figured out where I know you from. And believe me when I say this isn’t a line, but… I’ve dreamt about you before. Why am I dreaming about you, Jemma Blackburn?
Because I had feelings for Dominic. Real, deep-seated feelings that had started long before Trace took his last breath, and they continued to grow throughout the summer, and while Trace was back now—alive and breathing—that didn’t mean my feelings for Dominic had magically disappeared. But neither had my feelings for Trace.
“It means I cannot marry you. I cannot give you children. I cannot give you the life you want nor the life you deserve,” he said sharply. “That is a fact, angel, no matter how much it pains me to admit it. Romeo could give you all of that, and if not him, someone else. But not me. It could never be me.” His voice broke off as though the admission were too painful to utter. “I will lose you in the end. It is as inevitable as the changing seasons.”
Trace may have been back from the dead, but he and I could never be. I knew that now. As heartbreaking as the realization was, it didn’t change what I felt for Dominic. If anything, it just pushed me farther into his arms.
“It means you’re my soulmate,” he answered me, a smirk hanging lazily from the corner of his lips.
“I can’t ask you to do this, Dominic. I love Trace, I do, but god help me, I love you, too, and if something were to happen to you, if this thing were to go horribly wrong, I—”
“You are a paradox, through and through, and I think I’d thoroughly enjoy spending the rest of my life trying to figure you out.”
“But your eyes,” he said as his lips came up over my chin and then stopped. “Your eyes are my undoing. Every time.”
“Does he know you’re mine?” he asked against my neck and then sank his teeth into my skin before quickly withdrawing them. I knew right away that his bite had nothing to do with feeding. He was marking me.
