I can't bear to look at Rune. The silence that follows my confession is painful. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt him. He has been a rock to me. He is the perfect man. There is not one bad thing I can say about him and yet, my heart still cries for Elijah. It doesn't seem fair. It doesn't even seem logical. But there's nothing logical about love. It's the magic that shapes even the human world. Love is everything, and we can't control who we give everything to.
"It pains you," Ishabail finally says. "But such is the burden of the heart."
Ishabail shuffles some things on her table, looking for something she can't seem to find. Finally, she returns with a vial and a bronze needle. I gulp.
"Your blood. I'll need it to make the elixir."
I give her my finger, and she wastes no t
