Hope
Two months ago.
I sit on the edge of my bed after returning from the warrior barracks. I need to be alone for a few hours. There is only so much time before I’m face to face with Keith again and my only goal is putting distance between us.
I growl, flopping back and covering my eyes with the back of my hands. I try to quiet my mind but the memory returns before I can stop it.
“Hope, please,” Keith says.
His voice comes from below so I guess he is kneeling. His hands tremble when he touches mine. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll be your eyes.”
I push his hands off mine. “My eyes? You were supposed to be my everything. My mate. My champion. The other half of my soul. You were the one person who was never supposed to hurt me and you handed me to those monsters!”
Silence stretches bet
