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"I'll end up okay."
"No," she bares her teeth. "You will be happy. Not just okay. And when the world is ready for me, we will reunite.When we do, I want to see you with children. With three to four children and Sabina grown up, big and strong. You’ll have a wife that would be more beautiful than me."
I meekly chuckle. “No woman could be as beautiful as you…"
"There are plenty of women who are more beautiful than I. She will have the shiniest, longest hair, and the most gorgeous eyes. She won't be so messed up from the world." She leans against the iron. "You'll have a perfect family."
"Then, you… You will have a beautiful family. A stronger man beside you. He will be bolder and better than I."
"I prefer someone sweet and gentle. Like you…"
A sob forces its way up my throat. I press my lips together to hold it back, drawing in a sharp breath. There's a truth in all of these words we're both trying to deny.
The reality is… we will never get over each other. Even just imagining ourselves with aperfectfamily isn't perfect without each other.
I sniffle. "Yeah. You'd find someone sweeter and gentler than me."
"I’m not even certain that's possible," she sighs. "You will always be the captain of my heart."
"And you will always be my flame.”
Ignatia starts to let out soft sobs which only weakens my ability to keep it together. Before I realize, the tears in my eyes spill like buckets of water, as I feel Ignatia's fur sink into her skin.
Both of her hands cup my cheeks as I lean into them, letting me enjoy one of the last times I'll feel them.
Tomorrow she will escape. It won't be long before I get my last memory of her.
Chapter 52
Ignatia
It's been three days.
I pace around in my cell. It’s supposed to be the day I’m sent to have Vasilisa rip me apart.
The day I’m supposed to die.
I wonder when they’ll come to take me away. I have myself in dreamscreecher form to make the escape easier.
I lift up my head at the clanking of shoes down the hall. I see the guards dressed in white marching forth, their brows furrowed with Erasmus leading them.
Erasmus towers over me in front of the cell, crossing his arms. "Good morning, creature…"
"Filthy bastard…" I hiss.
He grunts. "You will get what you deserve for all you did to my brother."
"I'm sure your brother doesn’t agree."
"Because you manipulated him." He rolls his eyes before unlocking the door, letting it open as a blond guard comes in.
“Muzzle or cuffs?” the guard asks halfway through the door.
I snarl, letting my fur stand on end. Any moment would be time to sprint.
He shrugs and pulls out a muzzle. He steps forward almost through the doorway.
As if on cue, a green stem wraps around the guard leg, tripping him on the floor and dragging him on his belly away. I quickly take the opportunity to run over his back and into the hallway, fast enough so they can't catch up.
