Velkan lay quietly as he felt every inch of her body pressed against his. He loved the sensation of her flesh on his. Of her hand gliding over his arm. But he knew this couldn’t last.

He knew he couldn’t trust her.

No matter what he felt right now, the past stood strong in his mind. And it was a past he didn’t want to relive. Learning to get through each day while that pathetic part of him had kept watching the road, thinking, no, praying, she would come back to him.

She might be with him now, but she didn’t trust him. She never would. And that burned through him like a stringent poison.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered.

“I’m wondering when you’ll be on the next flight out of here.”

“I’m not leaving, Velkan.”

“I don’t believe you. You have a business to run. A life to get back to.”

Retta grew quiet at that. He was right … and he was wrong. “I’ve had other businesses in the past that I had to walk away from. I can leave this one as well. I belong here, with you.”

He didn’t say anything, but the doubt in his eyes tore through her.

“Will you at least give me another chance?”

“At what?”

“Being your wife.”

“Do you think that could make you happy? I’m stationed here in Romania. In the backwoods of the world that you’ve embraced. You wouldn’t be happy without all the conveniences you’re used to. Besides, Dark-Hunters aren’t married. They’re not supposed to have any kind of emotional ties whatsoever.”

“Then we’ll get our souls back and be free.”

“And if I don’t want that?”

She was taken aback by his question. “You’d rather stay in Artemis’s service?”

“I’m immortal, and I’m an animal, remember? I live for war.”

“You would choose that over me?”

His black eyes burned her. “You chose much less than that over me.”

Retta looked away, ashamed. He was absolutely right. Her heart heavy, she slid herself off him. Her gaze fell to the areas of his body where his skin was still blistered from his rescue of her. “Then I guess there’s no future for us.”

He let out a tired sigh. “We were never meant to be, Esperetta.”

She ground her teeth in frustration. “Then do we divorce?”

“Why bother? Death has already separated us.”

Not true. Stupidity had separated them, not death.

Retta scooted from the bed and gathered her clothes before she dressed without another word to him. She didn’t know what to say. “So that’s it then?”

“That’s it.”

She nodded as she opened the door to the hallway. She hesitated. “I have to say I’m surprised.”

“By what?”

“Your cowardice. I always thought you had more guts than this.”