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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