Chapter Fifteen

A tear successfully left my eye as I sway with my arms around Alaric's clothes.

What is love?

Is it having the ability to hold and let go of the person you care so dearly so he could live?

But letting go is like choosing between breathing and holding your breath under the water. If I could just hold him once more–feel the warmth underneath his ice-cold exterior.

Yes, I'm aware of what I'm doing but for a moment I let myself believe that I and Alaric are possible. That I'm not a princess and he's not a cold-blooded killer or whatever he is.

Being with me would only mean I'm gonna drag him into my chaotic world whether I like it or not. And it won't matter if we're romantically involved or not. Lena had paid the price of my mistake and I don't want to drag another person into the mess I made.

If had known this would be the price of my selfishness, I would have stayed in my room, locked up and alone. And probably married to Roman Hernande