Chapter 39: The Warmth of His Passion

There could only be one way for her to truly know, one way for Aeliana to find out, if Jacques was composed of the same sort of Darkness as the remainder of the Realm. His gaze pierced her with the memory of a thousand twilit, elysian nights. It seemed too much for her to carry on like this. She couldn’t begin to share the amount of sheer grief that tormented her soul as she recalled how, in a past life, they were together, and ...