her than Roxy had ever imagined.
“He tried to kill you, yet you would defend him?”
The words were hard and cold.
“No! He isn’t the one who hurt me. He saved my
life.” She shook her head. “Calliope, you can’t kill him.
You know that. And he won’t hurt you if you stand
down.”
She hoped.
She was betting Calliope’s life that she was right,
that Dagan wouldn’t simply thrust his hand deep inside
her chest and rip out her beating heart then harvest her
darksoul just the way she’d seen him do it in the past.
Just the way Gahiji had tried to do to her.
He was what he was. A killer. A soul reaper.
A few hours in her bed didn’t change his nature.
The knowledge rocked her.
What had she imagined? That he was tamed by her
love.
No.She couldn’t love him. Couldn’t love anyone.
If you loved, you lost. If you loved, you hurt. If you
loved, you got your heart torn out when they left.
“Calliope,” she tried again, her voice shaking. “You
can’t kill him.”
Neither combatant moved a muscle, though she
knew they’d both heard her.
Then, voice humming with tension, with hate, Calliope asked, “I can’t kill him because he cannot be
killed or because you do notwishhim to be killed?”
The moment of truth. The moment of lies.
What was she supposed to offer in response to
Calliope’s question?