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Kiva would not yield — and she would not forgive.
“Who did this to you?” he asked, in that same quiet tone, but now it was brimming with something else: anger.
“I am good. I am in control. And I am not afraid.”
“Come and wake me. I’ll battle your demons for you.”
“You have a kind heart, dear one. Your mother would be proud.”
“Don’t be afraid to share your heart, dear one. Only then will you be able to truly heal.” Quieter, she added. “Both of you.”
“I wish you all the best, Kiva Corentine. Your future is as bright as the stars.”
“Happy kitty!” Jaren tugged her back before she could try to pet it. “That’s a dead rat.” Kiva pouted as he pulled her away. “Sad kitty.”
The last thing she felt before finally succumbing to sleep was the impossibly soft press of lips against hers. That was when she knew — she must already be dreaming.
“I did fall in love with a lie, but that lie was you.
I fell in love with you, Kiva. I am in love with you. Then and now, nothing about that has changed — except now I know the real you.”
“You knew me better than I knew myself. I was dead for ten years, and you breathed life back into me. You saved me. You freed me. You made me. And in showing me who you were, in sharing your family and your kingdom and your life with me, in sharing your heart with me, you gave me the
strength to carve my own path.”
“I chose you, Jaren. I will always choose you. Because I love you, and I —” Kiva didn’t get to finish before Jaren’s lips slammed down on hers, swallowing the rest of her words.
Once there, Torell looked straight at Jaren and said, “Protect her.” More serious than Kiva had ever seen him, Jaren replied, “With my life.”
