“Will you do it for me?” he asks quietly.
“I will,” I whisper.
He squeezes my hand and then sits back in his chair.
“How much time do you think we have left?” I ask quietly.
Alex shakes his head. “I don’t know. Alaric could return any day.”
A wicked part of me hopes he won’t ever return. Wherever he is, he can stay there. Because if the king’s son is gone forever, I can turn my back on the wickedness of Faerie and spend my life with Alex.
The other day, Alex asked me to pretend there were no boundaries between us. Maybe instead, I could pretend I’m a human who belongs here.
But I’m not sure either of us will be able to forget. Even if I walked away, the events of the past would haunt us both.