I slip away from our room after a while, finally being in a place where I have decent service and the ability to buy a new phone grants me the opportunity to reach out to Edgar. I sigh, looking down at the fancy screen. Guilt sits heavy in my stomach with fear. What if they found the dagger? Will the magic used to curse me make me act in a way I can’t control? Or will I feel the same? If so, what the hell does that mean for me and the magic trap I am in?I take a deep breath before typing in his number and waiting for him to pick up the phone. “I wondered if you would reach out soon.” His voice rings out through the phone. “We ran into some problems and have been stuck on foot until now.” “Your vehicle broke down?” he asks, surprised.“No,” I say flatly. “As I said, we had complications. How is the temple?” I ask, my throat thick with anticipation of his answer.“It’s nearly done. Though it is strange.”I wait for him to continue. He doesn’t, so I sigh in annoyance. “Edgar.”“Yes,
***Laney POV***My heart thunders loudly in my ear as Falcon drops the shirt to the ground. His eyes trace the curves of my bare chest, a hissing sound releasing low from his lips as he reaches out to touch my waist. His thumb caresses my side, creeping up as our chests heave up and down violently. I reach out with shaky hands, taking hold of his hem and tugging on it. The blue fabric stretches with my nervous pulling before I gulp and ease it up his stomach slowly. Falcon’s dark eyes lock on mine, watching me as I take in his taut muscles and flawless skin. He releases my waist, taking over the task for me as I gape at him. He pulls the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, his pecs rippling with the movement. “Come here,” He murmurs, stepping close and placing a palm on my waist, the other landing above my breast as he rubs his calloused hand up and over my collarbone, gently massaging my skin as he roams me. It’s impossible to control my breathing as I silently beg for him
I pull my shirt back on, Falcon still clinging to me.“I promise you, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel guilty.” He promises, finally releasing me, allowing my shirt to fall over my skin. He spins me to face him, capturing my face between his hands so I have nowhere else to look but at him. “I can see how disappointed you are.” I choke out, trying my best to keep my tears from falling. It feels like all I do these days is cry.“Confused? Yes. Disappointed? No. Laney…” He sighs and releases me, pacing away to find the words. Before turning back to face me. “I chose you over my mate.” He admits. My mouth drops open in shock, and I snap it closed to shake my head in confusion. “I’m sorry, what?”“I choose you. Always.” He says, rushing toward me, his hands finding the small of my waist and gripping me tightly.“I think I’m going to need you to explain that a little… or rather… a lot.”He lifts me onto the counter, spreading my legs as he steps closer. “I have so much I need to tell y
I pull out my phone, texting Edgar furiously that we are finally on our way to him. I ask him to send me the coordinates, but I know it’s early and the old man takes pills to help him sleep. He won’t get back to me for a few hours. Until then, we will just have to drive west and hope to find it. Though the packs and covens he warned me about are making me anxious, and I can tell that it’s not going unnoticed by Laney. “Why are we going to the temple already?” She asks, looking around the car. Joffrey turns in his seat to join the conversation. “The temple is the safest place for you.” He says, “It’s your home.”“Ok, but Falcon said I had to regain memories first before going back. I have to know who I am and what I was in order to claim the throne.”Joffrey frowns, but nods. “I’ve made it further in the book and have seen nothing about that, but I guess Falcon could be right.”“What have you learned?” I ask.“The history of the Luna. A few spells to help protect our location.”Rome c
The drive is only a few hours, Joffrey spends the rest of the time in silence as he reads his journal fervently, trying to come up with anything he can to help us get through to the temple. Laney sleeps on my shoulder and Monty continues to scowl over at me from time to time. But screw him. I did Laney a huge favor by not marking her. The guilt she would feel falling for her own mate multiplied by my heartache at losing her would have killed her. How could it not when I can see how much she adores me? I could never put her through that. And no, it has nothing to do with her being in my head and learning the shit I still haven’t told her. Okay, it might be a little bit, but it’s a tiny part of it, not a huge part. I can feel my wolf pacing in my mind, on edge with me and my plans. I have run out of time. There will be no looking through Joffrey’s journal for a spell to save me from the magic that will ruin me and Laney. The only choice I have now is to run as far as I fucking can wit
***Laney POV***“FALCON!” I scream scrambling to follow him out the door as we speed up a hill. Something zaps my hand with I touch the door handle and I gasp. Screaming and thrashing against the door that slams shut before me. “No! Falcon! We have to stop.” Everyone ignores me as Rome barrels further and further from Falcon, my Falcon, who is hurting, who needs me. “Rome! Please!” I beg.My voice cracks and I can see her stiff arms as she tries to ignore my pleas. I throw myself at her, sobbing, flailing my arms against her shoulder as Monty pulls me off. “Why wouldn’t you stop! He needs help! He is one of us, Please Rome. I love him!” My heart shatters as everyone fucking ignores me, and the air in the SUV feels like I’m being suffocated. I clutch my chest as Monty folds me into his arms, holding me, though I’m not sure if it’s to keep me from attacking Rome again or to comfort me. “I’m sorry.” Rome chokes out and I look over to see her sobbing as she tries to drive and wipe at h
A feral angry sound echoes through the hall, coming closer to me. When I look up, I recognize the beast that is Falcon. The blood blade in his mouth as he pants and bleeds, limping closer to me. I watch closely as his crazed eyes, trying to gauge what he plans to do. I have no desire to die, but do I have a right to live? To rule? After everything, I was in the past. Just in the last life I was horrible. I was mean, and vicious, attacking and killing for the thrill it would give me. The things I did were unthinkable, unspeakable scarring the good left in my soul. I deserve to die. But if I die, what does that mean for the people fighting outside? I feel so conflicted about what to do. Are they better without me, or worse? Fuck! I wish I had someone who could tell me what I am supposed to do. If I take the throne and I destroy everything these people have, I could never live with myself.“Fuck!!!” I scream out, sobbing as I force myself to stand on my shaky legs. Falcon freezes before
***Falcon POV***I’m numb as my body heals quicker than Monty can tear me apart. This may be the only time I ever feel happy about my immortality. It means she isn’t dead, at least not yet. I watch as Rome sobs over Laney’s slowing chest, her frail limbs lifeless and immobile. If I had the capacity to cry, I would, but I have nothing left in me. Without her, there is nothing left. How did the magic know I would try to run? It seemed to have sense it before I knew what I would do fully. The moment my hand began to decay at not taking the blood knife, I knew I had to run. I had to give her a chance before I lost all control. An unwanted possession of my body crippling my ability to think for myself and act on the true things I wanted to do. I wanted to leave her side so she could live. I wanted to break my heart so she could see how amazing she would have been. All the terrible shit I had done to her, the terrible shit she had done to others because I had believed a fucking witch who