Curses and Cures (The Deana-Dhe Duet #2)

by Bea Paige

I’ve seen two paths for you, both of which are equally possible. One path leads to a life of happiness, albeit without the true love of your soulmates. It’s a good life Cynthia, and if you choose this path, you will be safe. You can practise your craft and heal many, many people, but the Deana-dhe will die. The other path leads to danger, pain and trauma at the hands of the men with skulls for faces. Your strength will be tested, and you will lose something precious to you, but the Deana-dhe will live. You have a choice, Cynthia.

My motherfucking heart hurts. IT HURTS. I want to rage at the world. I want to claw at my skin. I want to rip open my ribcage, pull my beating heart from my chest and crush it in my hands. I want to go back to that night when those bastards took her from me and kill them all. I want to kill them all. But more than that, I want Cyn.

I want her gentle touch and her beautiful smile. I want her angry tongue and her stinging bite. I want her words of wisdom and sharp wit. I want her pretty pussy and her sexy mouth. I want her sweet, sweet voice. I want her. “I WANT CYN!” I shout, fucking pain like nothing I’ve felt before buckling my knees. The weight of my guilt a fucking mountain on my shoulders. It crushes me, makes me weak.

“They punched her in the face,” I continue, unable to stop myself now that I’ve started. Like a bottle of uncorked champagne the words froth and fizz, tumbling from my lips in angry little bursts. “They dragged her from the room by her fucking hair, but not before they groped at her breasts and punched her in the face. They fucking abused her right in front of me and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it!”

“Then we earn Cyn’s love,” I say. “If that means getting on our knees and begging for forgiveness every fucking day for the rest of our lives, then we do it. If that means giving her exactly what she needs, what she wants, we’ll do it. Agreed?”

“Yes. Her choice to leave with you that night saved your lives, and now your choice to let her go with them,” Christy says, looking pointedly at Connall, “Will save hers.”

“I should be able to control myself around you, but fuck Cyn, when you smile like that, laugh like that, I just want to take you in my arms. I want to lose myself in you. I just want to fucking love you, Cyn.”

“At some point in the future, you’re going to run and we’re going to chase you,” he says, his voice a dark rumble of need that spills into the air between us. “And what will happen when you catch me?” Cyn asks, her lips parting on a ragged breath as Arden pins her against the door with his body. “We’re going to fuck you until you see stars, and whilst we do that we’re going to put a baby in your belly.” “Fuck, yes,” Lorcan and I agree in unison. “A baby?” she whispers. “I want us to make a family of our own, Cyn,”