“You have manipulated everything around you, bent fate to your will, deceived others, and even killed for me—for us. An inherently good goddess will be what destroys the stars and rips apart everything the gods have known.” He brushed his fingers down the side of my face. “Was I worth it?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
Some deep emotion swirled in his pretty red eyes.
“Will you forgive me when you find out the extent of what I have done and what I’m about to do?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
He shook his head slowly, like he wasn’t sure. But this was the way it was always supposed to be. Haden was mine, and the heavens would never stand between us. I have made sure of that. My chest ached as new memories flitted through. Gods, I had manipulated everything I could get my hands on.
“Will Abram forgive you when he knows what you did?” Haden watched my face when I began crying harder.
“Yes.”
“I guess we will see when he remembers who he is and what you did to him for hundreds of years.”
Abram would understand. I was sure of it. He could never hate me.
“Have you remembered who you actually are yet?” he whispered. “Does Mikel even know who you are?”
“No, he doesn’t.” Not yet, but he would remember.
He nodded and leaned down, giving me a soft kiss before he stood up.
“You have a lot of sins to repent for.” He smiled. “As a god of hell, I will gladly help you wash your sins away, Storm.”
He turned away from me, and I began to panic.
“Wait!” He stopped. “Why am I void like you?”
He grinned down at me like none of this was fucking crazy.
“It was your magic first; you gave it to me. You gave me more than that. There isn’t a single thing you have not manipulated.” He looked proud of me.
“Gave it to you?” I shook my head.
“Gods of hell do not get magic, and we do not get mates, Della. You made sure I had both.”
Then it went black.
Chapter 7
Della
Avesh’s persistent calling for me was the only thing echoing around in my mind. I had been sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall for hours. No thoughts crossed my mind. Nothing. I had been numb since I saw Cassius two nights ago. How had no one caught on to what I had been doing? I closed my eyes as Avesh called to me again. My memories were still coming back to me, and with each new one, I dug myself deeper into a hole.
Haden would be disappointed that he fell in love with a liar.
Avesh was disturbing my silence, so I used my star mist to go see him. When I appeared, he stumbled backward at the sight of me. His dark eyes stared at my black ones. I looked like the void, and I did not know how to feel anything. This was my magic, and I gave it to Haden.
“Ardella?” Avesh asked like I was someone completely different. I snapped out of my racing thoughts and looked at him.
“You called a million times for me.” I stared at him. He was pacing around a sitting room. The same sitting room we had been in years ago. His hands were going through his hair and pulling it like he was losing his mind.
My focus went to the book of Malamay and Diath. Why was that out?
“You have about two seconds to tell me before I leave, and I will not come back.” My voice was laced with irritation.
