Page 257 of Cursed Evermore
The best thing was that I chose him. No one forced me to be with him through some contract. Or out of duty.
I chose to be with him. And my gods, did he choose me.
Those moments will always be imprinted on my soul, no matter what happens or what may take him away from me.
Now the only thing that scares me is time—what little I have.
How could it be possible that I’ve found someone in this big, wide world who makes me feel like this:
Like I’m everything.
Like I’m important.
Like all my dreams could come true.
Like I could lose myself in love to my Hades.
But in ten days’ time, I won’t remember him.
How cruel is fate?
It’s still never been kind to me.
But at least I know that although I’ll forget, nothing will change the fact that all these things happened.
I lived them. I experienced them. I experienced him.
When my mind forgets, I want my heart to remember.
I’ve decided that if I get the chance to be with him again, I’m going to live.
I’m going to live my life for the next ten days, and I won’t worry about anything. Not about my family, my curse, or myfather. Nothing at all. If we don’t find a spell to track down the ring, all those things will still be there next month.
For now, I just want to savor the time I have left with Wolfe.
The message I leave today is this:
Do not beware of the Fae prince.
Don’t even try it.
That feeling you get when you’re with him is real.
Wolfe Nightblade holds the keys to your heart.
With a wistful sigh, I set my quill down, closed my journal, and gazed out to the soft waves gracing the sandy shoreline of the beach. The weather was chilly, but I loved the coolness of the air on my skin. It helped balance the myriad of thoughts racing through my mind.
I’d gotten back from Hyxian an hour ago and came out here, hoping to get some clarity as I updated my journal. I wanted to do my update while my mind was fresh and I was still caught up in the elation of last night.
That journal entry was the one I’d waited for so eagerly for years. Now it was there, and my future self would know that I’d found that special guy who’d managed to break down my walls.
When I woke this morning alone in Wolfe’s bed, I didn’t even have time to think about last night because I had to get ready to leave.
Garrick took me to Hyxian today because Arielle hadn’t returned. The moment he said she was with Bastian, my spirits lifted and I hoped she got the dream date she’d planned with him.
It was perhaps a good thing she wasn’t around. I’d been little more than a zombie all day, present in body but my mindelsewhere. Arielle would undoubtedly ask me about Wolfe and last night, and I didn’t know what I could say.
Was he even mine to talk about?
