Chapter 593

• I sit on the bed, thinking about how I pulled away from Jamila. She kissed me, and I pulled away. How could I not? As soon as her soft lips crashed on me, glimpses of Apphia and of us kissing the same way played in my head. I was startled. I'm always startled when I look at Jamila, and glimpses of Apphia suddenly come to mind, or I see Apphia in Jamila's position. It's not fair that my mate is gone, and Jamila is here, taking her place, and now, my heart longs for her. My lycan wants her.
• The moon goddess shouldn't have taken my Apphia from me! Whenever I look at Jamila, touch her, or think about her, I feel guilty. It feels like I'm betraying Apphia.
• She was the love of my life. I had plans for us—we made plans. We were going to get married in a big old church with all our family and friends as witnesses. Apphia wanted an elaborate wedding dress and a long train veil. She would walk into the church, and everyone would stand, and I would cry tears of joy. She asked me to cry. I chuckle at that memory.