A Vow Of Hate

It doesn’t matter how devastating the outcome is; we can’t turn back time – can’t change the past – can’t fix the future.

sleeping pills like my life depended on them, I chased the numbness – the world between reality and unconsciousness.

Until I started to obsess over it.

We were all addicted to something that took pain away.

But me?

Well, I needed it.

Pain buried its fangs into my flesh, tearing into me, sinking its poison into my veins and I craved it more than I wanted solace or needed salvation.

Pain was a dwelling of madness, but it was exactly what kept me sane.

You can’t break what’s already broken.

Julianna took the bullet that was meant for me.

“I love you,” he rasped. Thrust. “You complete me,” he said.

“We’re Julianna and Killian, and we deserve our happy ending,” I said to my wife.

I sighed. “Stop treating me like I’m so fragile, Killian.”

He wrapped the towel around me before his arms curled around my hips. “You’re not fragile, but you’re my wife – the woman I love and I almost lost you a month ago. Please, humor me. Let me do this,” he rasped.

“I wish… our story was different,” she whispered sleepily. “I wish you… didn’t hate me and that… I didn’t lie to you. I wish we could start over again. Julianna and Killian.”

My arm curled around her, my chest rattling with a shuddering breath. “I wish the same too, Princess.”

“Are you flirting with me, Killian Spencer?”

“So fucking haunting. So goddamn beautiful. How dare you, Julianna?” Killian rasped into my ear. “How dare you make me look at you as someone other than Gracelynn’s killer? It’s not fair for you to have such power over me.”