A Midnight Of Dreams: The Chronicles Book 2 (The Originals of Grimm Academy #5)

Prologue

B rat. That’s what I growled while I stayed hidden deep in her consciousness. At least that’s what I thought during those long months after she met Jericho. Now, after two torturous years of bearing witness to her grieving his death, I can’t help but think I was a brat too.

After all, it was me who knew who she was from the start. She, on the other hand, needed to come to all the painful realizations herself, one by one, all over again, just as she does in every single lifetime.

She needed to come to understand it wasn’t all in her head — all those moments she felt as if there was something odd about her.

She needed to make peace with the fact that her burden is much larger to bear than she thought.

She needed to muster the courage to just deal with things as they occurred, each more painful than the next.

And I… I spent a lot of that time letting a grudge from a past life deter me from truly lending a helping hand.

So unhelpful I was that I let her mate get killed. Even worse, if Jaeger hadn’t showed up… She wouldn’t have been able to escape Baldur. He would’ve imprisoned her, forced her to accept him, used her powers for evil.

When the guilt becomes too overwhelming, I try to remind myself of the way of things. No matter how many lifetimes she goes through, the next one will be filled with at least as much strife as the last. After all, she’s a being destined to become the Bearer of Pain. She needs to know pain.

It doesn’t help though. Nothing helps these days, not even seeing what a brave face she’s putting on or how hard she’s working to fix everything for everyone.

Because she’s refusing to admit I’m right when I say she simply won’t be able to bring Jericho back to life and that she’s only making it worse for herself.

I keep trying to prove it to her, but I see it can’t be helped.

It’s not her head but her heart that can’t let go.