Chapter 7Mumbling his denial at the gentle shake to his shoulder, Tarin tried to bury his face in Boyce’s shoulder. Except his lover wasn’t there. What the f**k—?
“Wake up, my love. It’s time for you to leave.”
The words were knives in Tarin’s heart. He and Boyce had made love repeatedly until exhaustion had forced him to simply lie in his lover’s arms and sleep. I was sure he’d keep me here now.
“Part of me would keep you here,” Boyce whispered, his voice hoarse. “But it’s the selfish part. You would not be safe. I swear, if we find a way to break the curse I will find you no matter where you are. Everything about you is burned into my memory: the way you look, sound, smell, feel, and taste. Everything. But I cannot keep you here, trapped as I am, and I cannot expect that once you are
