I guess that’s one way to end things. But for some reason, I’m not afraid, just resigned.
“I jumped into Morgana’s head to tell her thatwe’llbe back tomorrow,” he grits out, emphasizing the word, like he’s more than aware of where my thoughts just went.
He doesn’t slow his steps as we head outside, and he’s silent as he leads us to the edge of the wards.
The entire time, my mind reels, wondering what he could have in mind, if he isn’t going to kill me. When no obvious answers come, I finally relent and dig my heels into the ground. “Sin, where are we going?”
He glares at me, and the look sends a fresh surge of guilt through me. It makes me want to shrink until I disappear.
Something dark flashes in his eyes. “We’re going somewhere private, because I needverystrong wards for what I’m about to do. Because you’re right, kitten. I don’t fucking love you. And I think it’s time you see why.”
With that, his grip on my hand tightens, and we apparate away.
Chapter 58
Sin’s Point of View
Rule fifty-eight:Show, don’t tell.
As expected, Morgana’s castle is deserted. Everyone is back in the Otherworld, preparing for the war. The privacy is exactly what we need.
Vivian’s hand trembles against mine as she looks around our room, no doubt noticing that her things have been moved here.
I refuse to acknowledge the way my cock twitches at the sight of her being back where she belongs.
More tears spill down her face, and she lowers her gaze to try to hide them. It makes my chest pinch.
All I want to do is hold her and explain, but I can’t.
Her mind is made up. I saw it in her thoughts.
Nothing I can say will make this better.
“Sit,” I order, pointing to the bed.
Those haunting blue eyes jump up to search mine, even as she obeys. My heart skips a beat, the same way it always does when she looks at me.
I don’t last thirty seconds before I’m sitting beside her, once again taking her hand. Her touch is the only thing that soothes my burning need to level this universe to ashes, until all that’s left is us.
Her hand is small in mine, delicate. But there’s no doubt in my mind that my kitten is a fucking pocket nuke.
My eyes drag to her wrist, and a small knot in my stomach unfurls. The creepy bracelet that thought it had a right to be inside her is gone.
Good.
I should get her another one to replace it.
A pair of handcuffs could work. Then I can keep her tied to me. If she complains, I could distract her with orgasms.
No, fuck, can’t do that, not after that fucking asshole leashed her.
I’ll put a pin in that and come back to it later.
I look back at my beautiful, deadly little mate. “I want to show you something, but I’ll need to get into your head again to do it.”
It comes out as a warning, not a question, but I wait for her permission, regardless. Every time I’ve been tempted to cross that line with her, to take the answers that are so tantalizingly close, I can’t do it. Too many have violated her mind, and I swore to myself I would never do the same.
She takes a shuddering inhale and whispers, “I trust you.”
