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472 pages, Paperback
First published November 30, 2015
“Fate had decided we were matched. And we’d fulfilled that prophecy by falling head over fucking heels.” Jethro
“I was alive. I was dead. I was reborn.” Nila
“I would breathe, but I would die….My heart would split open…I knew what hell was.” Jethro
“I kissed her. The instant my lips touched hers, it was if a nuclear explosion mushroomed inside her.” Jethro
“We each had our craters and defects from war. But we would wear them with pride.” Nila
"I should have saved you the first time I saw you."
"You did save me."
"How?"
"You fell in love with me."
I might've been stolen. Jethro's plans to save me might be ruined. But I was still alive. Still breathing. I wasn't the naive girl who'd first arrived at Hawksridge. I was a woman in love with a Hawk. A Weaver who would draw Hawk blood.
"And all I could do was whisper, 'Goodbye.'"
This was our new chapter.
Our new story.
And we would write every sentence together.
Nila Weaver.
Jethro Hawk.
Two houses.
One future…
…
One family
I was a black and white painting, an enigma, a shivering contradiction. I was numb. I was alive. I was dead. I was reborn.
I stopped pining for Jethro. I stopped fearing my future. I stepped into the magic and danced.
It was cruel. Unjust. Brutal. And dangerous. Good people died. Bad people lived. And the rest of us had to continue surviving.
She was mine as much as I was hers. Now and for always. Alive or dead. We were one.
“I closed my eyes. I said goodbye…I waited to die.”
“She was mine as much as I was hers. Now and for always. Alive or dead. We were one.”
“The eyes paint an awful picture, Nila, but the mind is far worse.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
“I’ll live.”
“You better.”
“Don’t let her win.”
“How many times had I asked her to trust me, only to shatter the trust me, only to shatter the trust she bestowed?”
“This would kill me. But it had to be done. I stepped into the darkness and prepared to murder.”
“I gambled both our lives to save so many more.”
“This is not a goodbye; this is a ‘see you soon.’”
“Dedication versus empathy.”
Wrought in fire and moulded by sins. My blood forged with terror; my body formed from mistakes and wrong turns. Debts. Contracts. Vengeance. And no matter how I raged to be free, to end my predetermined inevitability, I couldn't find a way to triumph.
We were linked. Joined by fate and history and destiny. Star-crossed, doomed from the start, absolutely forbidden lovers.
I'd done what I needed to even though it almost broke me. I had nothing left to fear.
Good people died. Bad people lived. And the rest of us had to continue surviving.
“I let him hold me. I let him shake and shudder. Time held no meaning as we existed in each other’s embrace and fed each other with love and togetherness. I would hold him for the rest of my life and ensure he never felt anything but acceptance, adoration, and unconditional love.”