Silly servant girl, only princesses get happy endings.
“This isn’t real…” I breathe, but even my words don’t sound convinced.
“Does it have to be?”
When I gaze up into his eyes, those beautiful pale eyes so full of love and longing, I know my answer.
“Blaise…”
The desperation in his voice as he says my name sets my entire being on fire. I gasp, wrenching the stake from his chest. It clatters when it hits the ground, and I let out a sob of relief.
I’m so sorry, Nox. I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t do it.
Not with the scent of cedar and parchment wafting over me, not as hands so familiar run through my hair, not when I want so, so badly to pretend.
When he cups the back of my neck with his palm and brings my lips to his, I don’t fight him.
When an aching desire comes crashing over me, threatening to drown me, I don’t resist it.
When I lean into his kiss, Farin shudders, but I tell myself it’s not Farin, it’s Nox.
I tell myself he found a way back to me, and when he trails his kisses beneath my jaw and to my ear, and whispers that he loves me, the lie is much too easy to believe.
It’s Nox who wraps his arms around the backs of my thighs and pulls me into his chest. Nox who picks me up and carries me to the rickety bed, kissing me with fervor as he lays me atop the sheets.
The soft, plush sheets that graze the backs of my arms. The ones that have replaced the ones that used to scratch him. The ones Nox kept to remind him this is not his home.
The ones Farin replaced.
I let out a pained gasp, and Farin’s white eyes go wide with concern. For the first time, their color reminds me of bone, and something about that thought tugs at the edges of a memory. Tears pour from my eyelids, and he wipes them with his thumb. “What do you need?” he asks.
What do you need to pretend this is real?
I realize then that he’s pretending too. Pretending to be the male I love. Pretending that I’m not using him, using Nox’s body, to fill the gaping hole in me left by Nox’s absence.
It’s wrong, and I know it’s wrong, but I can’t bring myself to stop.
“Not in here,” I gasp, and he nods in understanding as he sweeps me up in his strong arms and carries me out of the room and across the hall.
My back hits splintered wood as he braces me there and fumbles with the latch. Soon enough, it clicks, and the door creaks open behind me.
Though the residue of heavy incense still lingers, the room is dark, unlit by any candle, and the monster in me is glad for it.
There’s something about the darkness that lends its hand to pretending.
He kicks the door closed behind him with his foot before drawing me into him again. His kiss is fire and ice and centuries’ worth of pent-up passion, and because everything in this world I’ve ever cared for has been taken away from me, I let myself drown in it.
If I cannot have happiness, I will grasp at its shadow.
I tell myself this is what Nox would want for me, that somewhere out there in the oblivion, he understands.
That Nox wants nothing more than for me to be happy.
When he sets me down, his arms still wrapped around my torso, I let myself burn.
Rose, Theo, Evander, Father.
I’ve lost all of them.
I won’t lose him too.
It’s too easy, feels too right, when I drag him backward until my back is pressed against the cold stone wall.
Something crunches beneath my feet. A piece of furniture jabs me in the side.
I want you to kill me.
I’m a coward. Selfish. The dirty little liar Clarissa has always accused me of being.
Except for the first time in my life, there’s no one to tell me as much.
There’s only fire and ice and pale blue eyes drunk with passion and strong familiar hands climbing up my back.
For a moment, it’s just me and Nox.
For a moment, it feels real.
And when Farin lets out a sigh, I know it feels real for him, too.
