Chapter 42. The One With Goodbyes

Darach could handle strength; he could not handle the tenderness that proved she was human under all that armor.

“I would have kept my promises if a part of you wasn’t a witch.” Darach’s justification sounded lame even to his own ears.

“That’s why promises are made, asshole. To be kept no matter the situation.” Amber snapped, her nails had transformed into claws and they were digging into the skin of her hand.

The sudden, almost-childish gesture — hurting herself to release the heat inside — showed how tightly wound she had been. The pain she allowed herself was a strange penance for words he never earned.

“Not to your kind.” Darach said simply as if that would explain everything to her.

Darach knew that he was being a fool, a stubborn fool. The woman in front of him has nothing to do with the witch that destroyed his Uncle’s life. She had no fault in the history that Darach had with her kind but he was helpless.

The helplessness tasted like salt