“Reylan,” Faythe whimpered. “Please…” She begged him with her eyes; with everything she was through that unexplainable bond that strained and cried painfully between them, sending her toward breaking point. She begged him to leave. To look away. To accept that this was her fate, and it was not his fault. They deserved the life they had glimpsed together. Yet she couldn’t be sad or angry, nor resentful or vengeful. All she felt…was gratitude. Faythe was grateful even for the short time she’d had in this world. She was grateful for the love she was wrapped with even when
