“Then I’m not interested in hearing it.”
She wants to fight beside me, but she doesn't understand—I can survive losing another fight. I can take more wounds. More scars.
What I can't survive is losing her.
Oh, feisty. The makeup sex is going to be great!
“All right then.” I take the plate and pour myself a glass of water. “I’ll just be in the study if you need anything.”
I feel her gaze burning into my back as I leave the kitchen.
You’re not going to be making up anytime soon.
For the second time in the past few minutes, Nightmare is right again.
I love her.
And I'll lose her if I don't figure out how to keep her safe—or let her choose her own fate.
Chelsea
Eryx is gone and I let him walk away. I just let that beautiful man leave the kitchen. His shoulders even sagged.
My heart aches as the sound of his footsteps grows fainter.
I should have told him I’m hungry, too. Sat with him. Made it normal.
Pride comes before a fall.
I hope I don’t live to eat those words.
The casserole does smell amazing. Eryx is right about that. I place the foil back on top and grab the original lid to rinse it off.
I almost have it under the water when I stop.
There’s a note taped to the underside of it. What? Who puts a note under the lid?
I peel it off and open it, pull out the cheery yellow card.
Wishing the newlyweds a healthy start to their relationship.
—Helena
My blood turns to ice.
Helena—the woman who murdered his father. Who sent the shadow monster to kill me. Who almost killed Eryx.
No. No. No. No.
My mother made this. She gave it to me. My mind races to remember what she said when she handed me the casserole, but so many people were talking, I was distracted.
“Casserole for you…she stopped by…”
Holy shit!
“Eryx!”
I race from the kitchen, still clutching the note in my fist. My legs pump as I wind through the manor.
