“It’s going to be alright. Tell me what’s wrong, Sienna.”
His voice is soft, full of concern as he tries to soothe me, but I can’t say anything. The guilt tearing me up.
“Please don’t leave me,” I whisper.
How can I ask him that when I am going to leave him? I don’t deserve him.
“Never,” he promises.
I feel him lifting me up into his arms, and I curl into his chest as he carries me to his room.
I keep my eyes shut, not knowing how I can face him with what I’m going to do…
I don’t have much longer left with him…
“Want to talk about it?” he whispers, combing his fingers gently through my hair.
I can’t.
“No,” I whisper, all I want is to turn back time-
Ahren! Ahren!
My heart thunders with a moment of fleeting hope, but it’s gone as fast as it came. Helios is a god. How do I reverse a time that isn’t on this planet? How do you reverse an oath made to a god?
Even I know the time in the Realm of the Gods is different than here.
There is no way.
I’m sorry, Jayce… I’m so sorry…
On the night of the Blood Moon, I will just make sure to leave before the bond snaps into place, so he never knows that we are fated. So he never has to know what it feels like to lose a mate.
I love you, Jayce.
And I am sorry.
I’m awoken earlyto see Jayce enter the room. He’s already kitted up, holding a bowl of cereal. “How are you feeling?” he asks as he comes over, placing the bowl down. He kisses my forehead softly, searching my eyes.
I shake my head slowly. “Are we getting ready to leave now?”
He nods, but he doesn’t look away. “Yeah, feeling up to it?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I whisper. My eyes sting. I don’t know how much longer I have with you…
“Sienna, I’m worried about you. What happened?”
I shake my head, knowing he will know when I lie. “I need you to respect that I don’t want to talk about it,” I whisper, the guilt suffocating me.
He’s silent for a moment before he crouches beside the bed, placing his hand on my thigh. “Alright, but how can we fix it if you don’t talk about it?”
I don’t reply. What does he know?
“When you’re ready to talk, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks,” I say. I stare at him, burning every speck of his face into my mind. Even a real god doesn’t hold a candle to him. He’smy god.
“You’re worrying me,” he says softly, tapping my nose. Even if his tone is playful, the concern in his eyes is real.
