Brant cursed. “I was hoping for something a little more thought out.”
“That’s as far as I’ve gotten. You think of something better, feel free to share.” As we left the castle and raced to the beach, all I could think about was her. Nothing else existed but her. Until she was safe beside me where she belonged, nothing else would matter. She was no longer a faceless woman foretold by a vague prophecy. She was the woman my soul had bonded with, the woman my heart had chosen.
“You have that look in your eyes,” Brant said as we hit the tree line at a run.
“What look?”
“The one that makes me wonder if you still have a soul.”
My jaw clenched. “I still have a soul, but it is not my own anymore. It is Allete’s, and if I lose her, then I will no longer have a soul. Do you understand what that means?”
“Hell on earth?”
I nodded. “Exactly, my friend. Hell will reign on earth, and I will be the one to throw open the gates.”
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