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One secret you never want anyone to know: I asked Lia to find a spell to bring Hudson back. I had no idea it would mean blood sacrificing my mate.
WHAT
Biggest fear: Ending up alone because I’ll always love the wrong person. Is that too deep? How about “the ocean.” We have no idea what’s down there. I don’t trust that shit.
Me either
night on the town: I would love to take Grace to London, out to a fancy restaurant and a show—something funny that makes her laugh, because I love the way she looks up at me when she wants to share a joke—her eyes shining and a huge smile on her face.
Hudson prefers wearing jeans to dress slacks, but he just got tired of listening to Cyrus rant about his “royal image.”
Hudson used to love carving sculptures, but he hasn’t made anything after that little horse for Jaxon.
🥺
Grace: I thought the plan was for everyone to meet at the dining hall at 1:30? Hudson: It is Grace: Soooooo why would we meet at twelve? Hudson: Are you being deliberately obtuse or am I just not getting the hint?
🤣🤣
She doesn’t think I notice her looking, but that’s just because she still doesn’t understand how attuned to her I am. She breathes and I feel it; she blinks and I hear it.
I can’t say anything to her. At least not yet. Not when learning everything we said and were to each other in another life will only drive her away, will only sit between us like a wall, confusion and anxiety and expectations piling on brick after brick, day after day, until it’s eventually too high for either of us to scale.
Telling her would be giving up on us, and I’m not ready to do that yet. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the loss of her like a drowning man misses oxygen.
Grace is my mate now—which means she did choose me even if she may not remember why—and it’s time I start acting like it.
The need to touch her has become an all-consuming ache inside me, this girl who doesn’t remember anything about me but whose body—whose soul—remembers enough to mate with me.
Here I am trying to do everything right, trying to treat my mate the best way that I know how. And she’s so busy with Jaxon that she doesn’t even notice.
“Because you miss Grace and you’re brooding.” “Of course I miss Grace,” I answer. “She’s my mate, and she consistently rips my fucking heart out of my chest.
