Thomas tilted his head with a grim smile.
“Yet fate is never static, no matter what the heavens declare. Even broken threads can be rewoven if bled upon by choice and sacrifice.”
“What the fuck are you saying, you nut job?” Abram asked.
Thomas’ eyes met mine. “Does he know of your curse?”
“Of course I do.” Abram answered.
“Little witch, did you tell him of yourentirecurse?”
I stilled on Abram’s lap and hoped he didn’t notice, but his arm tightened on me letting me know that he definitely had.
“Tell me.” Abram’s voice was demanding and low.
“She is cursed to love only once in her life. Should she fall in love with the wrong person, the heavens shall take him from her,leaving her to wander eternity with the memory of what she lost. She will die alone."
Abram’s body went rigid beneath me. His grip on my waist turned bruising.
“What?” His voice was low and dangerous. “What the fuck do you mean take him from her?”
Thomas only sighed, like he was exhausted by the burden of knowing too much. “A punishment laid upon her bloodline. Love was stolen from another… so love shall be stolen from her.”
My chest ached so violently I thought I might collapse into myself. Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall here, in front of them.
“Is there a way to break it?” Abram demanded.
Thomas’ gaze flicked to him, lingering with cryptic pity. “Some curses are broken by sacrifice. Some by surrender. And some…,” he paused, his watery blue eyes finding mine again, “…by accepting that fate’s cruelty was written for a reason.”
“Tell me how to break it,” Abram growled, his red eyes glowing, rage rolling off him like a storm about to break.
Thomas tilted his head, studying him with eerie calm. “Perhaps you should worry less about breaking curses… and more about what dawn approaches your own fate, god of gods.”
“What dawn?” Abram spat, but his grip on me tightened as if he already feared the answer.
Thomas only smiled. “The sun rises soon. And with it, the truth of what your heart has always sought. A choice will need to be made.”
My heart twisted painfully in my chest. The truth of what his heart sought… his mate. Abram’s hands gripped me tighter. He had wanted his mate for his entire existence, and she would appear soon. Which meant I wasn’t his.
Thomas turned to me, his voice softer now. “Little witch… beware the storm within your soul. It will demand its due. It will save you whensheis needed.”
Nyxthra.
I sat frozen on Abram’s lap, his hand still clutching my waist with desperate strength. His breath was harsh against my temple.
“Abram…,” I whispered.
His chest heaved beneath me. “You little drunk bastard.” He stood up, setting me on my feet so he could step toward Thomas. “I’m the God of Fates, surely I can change her fate.”
“Her mother stole a love that did not belong to her, and now her daughter will suffer the fate of loving only to lose it. The heavens will not let you undo what has been done here. Your paths cross and weave together, and it is hard to tell which thread of fate belongs to her and which is yours, but make no mistake, she isnotyour mate.”
Abram’s hand ran through his hair as he turned back to me.
My tears finally fell, because even though I wanted him more than anything… loving him meant losing him. And I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to survive this fate. Abram’s eyes were wild with rage and confusion.
“We're leaving.” Abram turned toward Nate and I. “Now.”
“God of Fates, I have a message for your best friend.” Thomas stopped Abram immediately.
