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They thought I was their savior, but I would be no such thing. I would be their destruction.
“The Blood kingdom is my home.” I turned to look at her once more with my fingers digging into the wood of the door. “And the Blood prince is my mate. If you are to fear anything, it should be me. You should fear what I am willing to do to get it all back.”
“Your brother didn’t take from me. I gave. And there’s nowhere on my body you can touch that hasn’t already been claimed by him.”
“Do you really think giving me the details of how you were my brother’s whore is going to save you?” “I’m not telling you that to save myself.” I pressed my thighs together protectively as his gaze dropped down my body. “I’m telling you so you know who I belong to.”
“Get your hands off my mate.” Evren’s voice boomed through the garden, a demand to not be mistaken, as he stormed through the double doors with a blood-soaked sword in his hand.
When she looked at these scars, I didn’t want her to think of him. I wanted her to think of me and how my love for her was something I had waited a lifetime for. I would have waited a hundred lifetimes to get to her.
“What did you put in that wine, Sorin?” “Oh, yes. Blame it on me.” He rolled his eyes playfully before lifting her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. “It couldn’t have anything to do with the ten pulls of liquor that you and Adara both took.”
“Okay.” I nodded and squeezed his hand. “You’re right.” Evren’s eyes widened, and he grinned. “What?” “Nothing.” He laughed as he shook his head and pulled on my hand until he led me from the room. “I just don’t think you’ve ever admitted I was right before.” I rolled my eyes dramatically, and he laughed again. “That’s because you’re usually wrong.”
“I have searched for you through a thousand lifetimes, princess, and I will search for you through a thousand more.”
