Book 2 | Chapter 1. Marriage? Seriously?

KADE

I never talked about the day that my lover died because… well, I was too ashamed and guilty to talk about it. 

She didn't just die because I knotted in her; she died because I lost control. 

I remember the pain in her eyes at those last moments. I barely remember what she looks like or the color of her eyes, but I remember the look in them—that look of fear. 

And occasionally I question myself if what I really felt for her was love or just the idea of her. The idea that even though she knew what I was, she still loved me, still clung to me like she might die if she let go. 

She did die, but she did so clinging to me. 

I sighed, blowing out the smoke. “Why am I even thinking about this?” I asked myself, looking up at the sky and inhaling another smoke. 

I was on the balcony where Rosette and I had talked that night and I had kissed her. My hand moved absentmindedly and touched my lips and I could almost feel