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It had been almost three months since Rosalie was put in the hole and I was in a state. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat. My pack thought I was losing my mind. Sometimes I thought I was too. I set Veiled Wall jobs every day to find out as much information as I could about what was going on with her.
A man who was supposed to be my enemy had given me that tattoo. He'd shown me that I could take the pain of my past and turn it into something beautiful, powerful, unstoppable. My tattoo symbolised my family, my Element, my undeniable strength and perseverance.
So a man who had lived through just as much agony as I had taught me how to take my pain and turn it into strength.”
I couldn’t breathe with her gone. I knew giving her up was also me giving up my one shot at happiness in this life. I’d never find a girl who made me feel like she did. But I’d also never forgive myself if I selfishly stole her for myself. Rosalie Oscura wasn’t for me. And it was time I started making my peace with that.
I mean sure, everyone knew the story of what had happened to the last person to try and force the stars to change their mind on fate and I did not want to take the Darius Acrux route. I shuddered at the mere thought of what had happened to him and I wondered if he was up there somewhere thinking the sacrifice he'd made had been worth it.
Anyway, I was looking to make a bargain to break a bond so maybe my situation was completely different to what Darius Acrux had been attempting. I certainly wasn't going to die to get it done though.
A moon-gifted Fae may curse their lover for their wrong-doings and have them face the wrath of the moon in penance for their crimes against them. There are only a few recorded cases of the lovers mark and all resulted in death. It is unknown what breaks this curse, but two opposing theories have risen between scientists. The first, that the curse could be broken by righting the wrongs of the lovers’ relationship, similar to the familial moon curse, while others maintain that matters of the heart are so fierce, that a lovers mark will always result in death no matter what the curse bearer does
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It was a shame the dude didn't have the backbone to be a true Alpha because he really was pretty and his body was stacked, but as I let my gaze trail down him I felt all the stirrings of a wet fish left to dry out on the shore. Niente, nada, nothing. He could spend an hour working magic between my thighs and I was pretty sure all I'd feel was a mixture of mild irritation and boredom.
I’d only ever taken a real interest in it a few years back when the Vega princesses had been vying to take the throne from the Celestial Heirs. Total fucking shit show, but the press had lapped it up and the stories that had come out had been more riveting than prime time television. No one could have predicted the way that would turn out. Glad I was in here when everyone started dying.
"Any man lucky enough to be blessed by the stars to have you as their mate should be praising their fortune and holding onto you as tightly as they can. You're one in a million, Rosa, you shine brighter than any star and you burn with more heat too. If I was blessed with a mate even half as beautiful and fierce and strong as you then I would wrap my arms around her and never let go. I'd give anything to have a girl like you, little pup."
Because despite what promises I made myself and how much I kept trying to convince myself that I was done with him, I was coming to realise I'd never be done with Roary Night. His name had been tattooed onto my heart the night I'd lost him all those years ago and even if he never loved me the way I did him, I would never be able to erase the mark he'd placed on my soul.