POV Isabella Di'Giotanno.
I knew exactly what I was doing when I decided to throw that line at him. What I never thought of sawing was the face of sadness and fear when he realized that he really couldn’t live without me. “You’re right, Isabella. I cannot live without you.”
My heart skipped a beat, seeing him like that. He is my mate; I love him madly. Goddesses! This shouldn’t be this hard! How can he not understand that if I chose him, it is because I know in my heart that he is the right one for me? I would die for him, and I would die without him. I sigh and say, “I can live without you, Eric.”
I tell him this seriously. Then, I approach him and take both of his hands, which are warm, and I feel him tremble at my touch, softening his gaze. “But I don’t want it. I do not want to live
