Caradoch
Thana would rather end her own life than spend it with me.
And she had almost succeeded.
If I hadn't seen Valentina on my way and sent her back to check, then she wouldn't be here right now. Laying on the bed, sleeping fitfully with bedsheets wrapped tightly around her wrist.
Thana had tried to leave me.
It was like she had taken that sharp piece of porcelain and opened up my veins to the air. She may as well have, because I didn't know what to do now.
I had thought I was doing this for her own good. But was she right? Was I doing this for the wrong reasons?
The love of my long, endless life was miserable because of the choices I made. And they were choices. I could have taken her anywhere when I had snatched her up from the Cirque. I could have sent word to her family, to
