章 67: Chapter 30

Through the thread still binding them, her anger burned Desmond. It seethed with betrayal and hurt.

So much hurt.

How could he ever have believed she was dead?

Not only that, but he'd failed her. She was right when she accused him, for he didn't protect her against the machinations of his family. Never came to her rescue. How could he not realize that she needed him?

And now, she refused to give him another chance.

She stood before him. No longer a stranger. The magic hiding her almost gone, but still trying in spits and spurts to hide her. Her features shifting from the stranger he'd first beheld to the woman he loved.

He drank in the sight of Erela. He'd never imagined he'd see her again.

She stood tall. Proud. Her violet eyes flashed with anger. Her hair, while mussed and shorter, still the white gold he remembered.

What he didn't remember was the hostility in her expression. The hatred. The disdain.

"Erela - "