SELENE
The only way I would survive long enough to destroy Lucas... was to kill Tristan…my mate.
I buried my face in my hands, sitting on the cold tile floor of the bathroom like a ghost of myself.
My bare legs were curled up beneath me, Tristan’s shirt hanging off one shoulder, still smelling like him.
I should have taken it off, I should have thrown it far away, but I could not bear to do that. I could not even peel it from my skin without feeling like I was losing something I wasn’t ready to let go of.
How the hell am I supposed to kill the one man who made me feel like I was alive again?
How was I supposed to look at him and not think about what I had to do?
How was I supposed to lie next to him knowing that one day I might be the reason he stopped breathing?
I did not have any
