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Authors: Saranna DeWylde
Tags: Erótica
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never hurt me. So let go of your guilt, okay? Try to be happy?” Her voice trembled.
He thought about his bond with Meg…
Happy?
He was surprised to realize it was possible.
“And I hope someday you do forgive me.”
Marcus knew that whatever demons she had on her back, he didn’t need to give them any ammunition. He had his own feelings about the situation. There was pain, betrayal, but there was a blessed kind of relief too. And an acceptance of self he’d never had before.
The past was over. It couldn’t be changed. Holding on to that pain and rage wouldn’t hurt her or punish her, only himself. He knew that. So he could feel everything this had elicited in him, but he’d do it in his own time and deal with it in his own way. He didn’t have to cause her pain to do it, even though some would say she deserved it.
“I do forgive you, Esme.”
Rather than offer comfort, his words seemed to fracture her somehow. Break her. She trembled and fell, would have crashed to the ground if Marcus hadn’t caught her.
It was strange having her in his arms again, holding her. Knowing that she was alive and this was no dream.
“You never would let me fall, would you?” She gasped. “I’m so sorry, Marcus.” Her voice broke and she shuddered in his arms, crying dry sobs.
He wouldn’t tell her it was okay, because it wasn’t. But neither would he leave her like this.
Marcus couldn’t help but remember all the times he’d begged the gods to end his life for killing this woman. Yet here she was in the flesh. Part of him said he should be angry, but it was such a release to know he hadn’t killed her. For him, that was what mattered the most.
He was free.
Free to be with Meg. His beast had already claimed her, so there was nothing for him to do but, as Esme said, try to be happy.
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“Forgiveness isn’t always for the person asking. It’s also for the person giving.” He eased her into a chair.
Esme sniffed. “You know, that’s what Megaera said.”
“And she would know. This guilt-punishment thing is kind of her job,” he said, repeating Meg’s words.
“Marcus,” Esme whispered, reverent. “You love her.”
It was too soon to be love. But they had a bond that would grow into love. It would be an inexplicable draw and she would become as vital to him as breathing. “We’re marked,” he acknowledged.
“She didn’t tell me.”
“It’s a recent development.”
“Oh.”
They stared at each other, awkward and uncomfortable.
“It was good to see you, Esme.” He stood and turned for the door again.
Again, she stopped him. “Marcus?”
He didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want to see anything in her eyes. He’d gotten what he came for and now it was time to go.
“If I could change the past, I would.”
For a moment, Marcus imagined what it would be like if she could change it. How she would change it.
An epiphany clanged like a bell in his head.
He was exactly where he was supposed to be. There were so many things he wouldn’t have done, people he wouldn’t have helped if they’d been together. And after meeting Megaera…
Maybe it was just the marking but he was thankful Esme couldn’t change the past. He wanted no woman but Meg.
“But you can’t change the past. No one can. We can only live with what we’ve made. Take care of yourself.”
Marcus stepped out into the sunlight and, maybe for the first time, really felt its warmth deeper than just the surface of his skin.
Chapter Eight
Megaera didn’t allow herself to focus on the gun in her face. Didn’t allow herself to think about how she deserved to suffer for failing to protect Galatea. She reminded herself that Galatea had chosen her own path, and she had nothing to be guilty for.
On the other hand, Nicodemus Frost had the weight of a thousand souls on his shoulders. It should have been an easy thing to reach inside and break him.
But his heart…it was a
He thought about his bond with Meg…
Happy?
He was surprised to realize it was possible.
“And I hope someday you do forgive me.”
Marcus knew that whatever demons she had on her back, he didn’t need to give them any ammunition. He had his own feelings about the situation. There was pain, betrayal, but there was a blessed kind of relief too. And an acceptance of self he’d never had before.
The past was over. It couldn’t be changed. Holding on to that pain and rage wouldn’t hurt her or punish her, only himself. He knew that. So he could feel everything this had elicited in him, but he’d do it in his own time and deal with it in his own way. He didn’t have to cause her pain to do it, even though some would say she deserved it.
“I do forgive you, Esme.”
Rather than offer comfort, his words seemed to fracture her somehow. Break her. She trembled and fell, would have crashed to the ground if Marcus hadn’t caught her.
It was strange having her in his arms again, holding her. Knowing that she was alive and this was no dream.
“You never would let me fall, would you?” She gasped. “I’m so sorry, Marcus.” Her voice broke and she shuddered in his arms, crying dry sobs.
He wouldn’t tell her it was okay, because it wasn’t. But neither would he leave her like this.
Marcus couldn’t help but remember all the times he’d begged the gods to end his life for killing this woman. Yet here she was in the flesh. Part of him said he should be angry, but it was such a release to know he hadn’t killed her. For him, that was what mattered the most.
He was free.
Free to be with Meg. His beast had already claimed her, so there was nothing for him to do but, as Esme said, try to be happy.
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“Forgiveness isn’t always for the person asking. It’s also for the person giving.” He eased her into a chair.
Esme sniffed. “You know, that’s what Megaera said.”
“And she would know. This guilt-punishment thing is kind of her job,” he said, repeating Meg’s words.
“Marcus,” Esme whispered, reverent. “You love her.”
It was too soon to be love. But they had a bond that would grow into love. It would be an inexplicable draw and she would become as vital to him as breathing. “We’re marked,” he acknowledged.
“She didn’t tell me.”
“It’s a recent development.”
“Oh.”
They stared at each other, awkward and uncomfortable.
“It was good to see you, Esme.” He stood and turned for the door again.
Again, she stopped him. “Marcus?”
He didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want to see anything in her eyes. He’d gotten what he came for and now it was time to go.
“If I could change the past, I would.”
For a moment, Marcus imagined what it would be like if she could change it. How she would change it.
An epiphany clanged like a bell in his head.
He was exactly where he was supposed to be. There were so many things he wouldn’t have done, people he wouldn’t have helped if they’d been together. And after meeting Megaera…
Maybe it was just the marking but he was thankful Esme couldn’t change the past. He wanted no woman but Meg.
“But you can’t change the past. No one can. We can only live with what we’ve made. Take care of yourself.”
Marcus stepped out into the sunlight and, maybe for the first time, really felt its warmth deeper than just the surface of his skin.
Chapter Eight
Megaera didn’t allow herself to focus on the gun in her face. Didn’t allow herself to think about how she deserved to suffer for failing to protect Galatea. She reminded herself that Galatea had chosen her own path, and she had nothing to be guilty for.
On the other hand, Nicodemus Frost had the weight of a thousand souls on his shoulders. It should have been an easy thing to reach inside and break him.
But his heart…it was a
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