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A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.

A pang of deep longing ripples through me. I’m torn between my promise to send Aydan to the Abyss and my need to keep him safe. The opposing forces fragment what remains of my mind, breaking me down once again.

But there is nothing, no trace that she’s ever existed. She is not here. She will never be here again. Because of me.

Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger. My confusion. She swallows hard. “Because?” “Because I traded it all, my heart, my memories, everything. For her.

Every spot his mouth touches closes the empty spaces inside.

He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life.

I’d accepted my judgment without question. Agreed to live a mortal life. I didn’t know my memories would come with me; didn’t know I’d relive them every day. Death would have been more merciful.

Ien stopped her voice with more kisses, more promises of a world filled with only them.

I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I’m in two lives, two worlds, two places.

I want to know what it is to love, to hate, to lust, to kill. I want it all. And I shouldn't

My thoughts war. Part of me needs to protect her; part of me wants something else. Something vile. Wrong.

She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes filled with a feral fear that reaches into my depths, pulling on emotions I refuse to acknowledge. Things I can’t feel now. Won’t feel ever again.

She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different. Smokey almost. Sexy. It drives me crazy with need and I have to move away while I can.

She’s right in some ways. She doesn’t need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember; remember and still choose me. Choose us.

The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for everything that has happened so far. But no answers come and I’m forced to acknowledge the feeling lodged between my two worlds Terror.

There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.

What is love, Mikayel? Isn't it the most irrational of all human emotions? And the one most forbidden?