Dreams that I would rather keep to myself. Especially because tonight wasn’t the first time I’d had them. Far from it, in fact.“I don’t remember that,” I lied, but I could feel my cheeks burning hotter as he looked at me.“You’re blushing,” he pointed out, his voice dropping lower. The sound sent a
NataliaAndrei turned, appearing surprised to see me. I would have been surprised if I were him, too; not long ago, I had been retching the contents of my stomach into the toilet.But now I felt immensely better. Where there had once been roiling nausea and a swimming head was now just a dull ache a
“She’s my fated mate,” I said simply. “There was never a time that I didn’t care about her to some extent.”Damon’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t expected me to admit it. “Even after everything?”“Even then.” I looked away, uncomfortable with my own honesty. “A fated mate bond is not someth
Andrei“Andrei… Andrei…”I froze just as I was turning to leave. Natalia should have been asleep, but she was calling my name. I turned back to look at her, worried that she was going to throw up again or perhaps something worse.“Yes?” I asked. “What do you need?”But she was still asleep.“Andrei…
Cool hands gathered my hair back from my face, holding it out of the way as I heaved again and again. A warm palm rubbed circles on my back.When the first wave of sickness passed, I slumped against the cool porcelain, exhausted. My mouth tasted terrible, and my body felt like it had been hit by a f
Damon & NataliaDamon“I’m not Mira. I’m Natalia, Andrei’s ex-wife… And I’m alive.”My heart stopped.The entire room went silent for one terrible, endless moment. And then the whispers started.“Did she say… Natalia?”“Andrei’s dead wife? The one we held the funeral for?”“She’s been alive this who