Aneela
Aneela couldn’t breathe anymore. What he was telling her, the madness of it all, the realization that it was quite possible with all the memories roaming around her head, had her throat in its grip and she was frozen in place.
“Y-you… killed her in every past incarnation of hers?” She whispered, still unable to believe it.
Now he looked like he was barely holding on, the guilt written all over his face was not fake, and neither was the pain. When he swallowed slowly and lifted his gaze towards Aneela, the red in his irises had almost taken over the black. He seemed like a shell of the king she’d come to know, a faint shadow of the man from her visions.
“And I will do it again…” the words barely left his lips.
“But you… you said you loved her?” Aneela repeated like a fool, unab
