“What will happen when your fiancée finds out about us?” The thought of Yule, his future wife, makes me feel sick; everything inside tightens into a hard knot.
Ignat held me even tighter, pulling me so close that my breath caught. My chest feels empty, my head is buzzing, bright specks dance before my eyes, and my thoughts scatter like dandelion fluff.
“Don’t worry, Taya. She won’t find out."
But why — after today’s love lifted me up on wings — is he so mercilessly breaking them? As if tearing them out by the flesh. The pain burns; it’s not only blood that leaves these wounds — life itself goes.
So he doesn’t plan to leave her. He’ll have a wife, and I’m just a random chapter. We’re nothing more than a secret affair.