Chapter 12

Dark Ages, 1460. I beg you, don’t do it!

I didn’t know what else to do. It didn’t matter what I said or did, he didn’t listen to me. “I am who I am, Alizandra, I can’t let go. I was forged in blood and death, and I know no other way!” it was what I heard from him, and believe me, something broke inside my chest. I still had my night terrors and also did he, but as long as we slept in each other's arms we could keep them at bay, but I hadn’t been able to shed them...