I blink back uncontrollable tears as her fingers intertwined with mine. No matter how hard I try to view this as an opportunity to kill him in another far less volatile situation, it just feels too much like surrender. Like I'm giving up.
"This is the best version we could have hoped for Bela." Moira's voice thick with emotion, "I know it's not…" She begins.
"For you maybe. This feels like I'm betraying Nate all over again." I confess bitterly, hating myself even more.
She gives me a peculiar glance unaware of which betrayal I speak of. If only she knew. What would she think of me?
"Do you honestly feel nothing for him? Even though he is your mate?" She asks as if genuinely curious.
"He killed Nate! I didn't even get to attend his funeral." I cry, my heart throbbing, "Did anyone
