Chapter 40 Lark
LARK
Ilay in the darkness, so many feelings writhing inside me.
I wasn’t asleep. I’d heard Bastian’s words.
You’re mine. Forever and always.
I love you, Lark.
I lay there, frozen, panic squirming inside me.
He couldn’t love me.
People who loved me died. I wasn’t lovable. I was a killer. That was all I brought to this world.
Bastian was beautiful and sexy and handsome. He’d built something here. He could have any beautiful, accomplished woman he wanted.
He didn’t need a woman who dragged him into darkness and death.
I closed my eyes, pressing my hand to his strong arm. I slid my fingers down until I found the pulse in his wrist. I stroked.
One last time.
One last memory.
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