Chapter Thirty-Two

Alaric

There was this voice telling me to let her go and leave Victoria alone. It's obvious that she's happy with Roman. He makes her laugh. The kind of laugh that reaches her eyes down to my dark soul, tugging it to light. 

But as I look at them across from the altar where I was standing, spying on them cloaked in the shadows behind the gigantic arch made with white, red, and yellow wildflowers that I had seen on the cliff behind the palace. 

I felt a twinge of envy and bitterness. A voice at the back of my head whispering things I do not want to hear and I already know. 

‘That should be me.’

‘I had blown my chance.’  

I know I'm an idiot for letting her go and making her the bait to track my enemy. 

That day I know, deep in my bones she'll run away but in my head, I wish she'd stay. It was difficult but it was a no-brainer decision. When I am faced with difficult choices