When I’d woken up, I’d remembered my first shift, Torin’s rejection, and nothing else beyond that. My memory was patchy, but from what I’d managed to pry from Torin, I was missing more than just a few months. Torin was trying to wait me out since I wouldn’t go near him, sleep in his bed, or otherwise acknowledge his existence until I got to the bottom of what had caused me to forget all of the very dramatic events that had happened to Torma over the past few years.
“If he wanted to find me, I have no doubt he could have just strolled out of his own ego and discovered me right where you did.” It continued to drift around her pretty face in the light breezes of the spring air, and seriously, how the fuck was it spring? The last I remembered, winter had been choking the life from Torma. “Torin’s looking for you,” she said, changing the subject as she ruffled a hand through her mahogany hair. No one liked to acknowledge that because I was mated to the alpha now. Sisily paled no one liked to discuss my previous place of torture in the pack. “Books legitimately saved my life,” I reminded her. She really didn’t, and that in and of itself was my first warning that I would never have been friends with this lunatic. “Really? You’re still reading? I don’t get it.” Her eyes rested briefly on the blue typographic cover that sat on my leg. “Meeerrss.” She annoyingly dragged my name out as she collapsed next to me.
Case in point: Sisily, the shifter who had fucked my true mate in front of me while asking for my death, was now my new “best friend.” Par for the course these days.Įver since I’d woken in Torin’s bed a week ago with a decent chunk of memory loss, life had been topsy-turvy. Former enemy and current frenemy, which was both confusing and annoying. Sucking in a deep breath, I tried not to lose my shit over the fact that someone had discovered my hiding spot by the lake. A paranormal romance I’d loved, despite the somewhat evil cliffhanger it ended on-I had hate-love for cliffys because I was desperate to know what was going to happen next, but there was also this thrill of the unknown that kept me thinking about the story long after I finished reading.Įither way, it had been such a great book, temporarily keeping my mind off the shitshow of my life.
I reread the final line of the book in my hand. Was there redemption or relief from the endless darkness? Or would I continue to dwell on the bane of my existence?
0 kommentar(er)
