A Demon’s Kiss
I don’t care though, I want to see why this image has imprinted itself in my mind.
"I'm there too,” I note, seeing myself staring up at my mate, grinning unnaturallly wide.
"You're not meant to feed into memories. This should be a vision,” Keo insists, trying to draw me away from it.
I see myself, knowing this isn’t a memory. When I draw my hands once nearly tucked behind my back out, I have a knife in my hand.
Kastriv remains stil as I push it straight into his heart.
I gasp. "I stabbed him."