Page 145 of Taming His Vampire Mate

I swayed, as if I had been struck. Jeremy caught me, slipping an arm around my waist.

Emotions whipsawed through me. The ice in my glass clinked as my hand trembled. I had spent centuries believing Nicolas was dead. That I had killed him. Guilt, grief, despair—all of it came roaring back.

But mingled with everything else was a sudden, awful hope. That was perhaps the worst part of all of it. Because while happyendings sometimes happened, how could this be one? Even if we summoned his fated mate and restored his humanity, how on earth could Nicolas live with eight centuries of blood on his hands?

I’ve got you,Jeremy promised, his words steady in my mind.Whatever happens next, we’ll do it together. Forever.

After several excruciating moments, I met Godric’s gaze. Conviction settled over me, sharper than anything I’d ever felt before. “When do we leave?”

THE END

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