Chapter 50: Iris Miller

Fifty

Iris Miller

The nightmares never really went away. Sometimes, I still see myself in that room, with blood around me. I still see Dawn smiling and feeding me lines about how her brother and me are soulmates as she drives wedges in my relationship with James all so she can have her mate at my expense. I think I looked at the world of immortals before with a kind of romantic notion about them. Even if I didn’t take the mate magic seriously.

I understand it’s not all good versus evil.

I understand that it’s not humans versus immortals.

Everyone, immortal or human, balances a fine line between good and bad. The only thing that matters is that we’re trying to do better every day. Malaki’s done that. He didn’t press me to be with him. He just kind of, hovered, in the background. A constant reminder of what we had had for a single moment.