To Flame a Wild Flower (Crystal Bloom, #3)

by Sarah A. Parker

“You planted a spark in her, then left it to simmer until she was so sick with unrequited love that she accepted the cupla of another male. You’ve been nothing but devoid to that girl, Rhordyn. And now she’s dying of a sickness that could have been prevented had you only been honest with her.”

You tell him Mersi

So fucking sorry she didn’t get a chance to flourish. That I let her believe I hated her rather than myself. That she’ll probably never look at me without seeing the mutts that sealed her mother’s fate. That she’s about to be tethered to the face of her nightmares. Most of all, I’m sorry she’ll never understand why I couldn’t—can’t give her the choice she deserves. Not if I can avoid it. There’s no reality where I’ll freely offer her the weight of her fallen species. Of the entire world. There’s no reality where she wouldn’t allow herself to fall upon that blade. None.

For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like a monster. This is all that matters. Us. The world can fuck itself. Fate will never find her.

“Because I refuse to live in a world where you don’t exist.”