“So you want to save him—are you ready to lie with me?” I smirk cynically. “What kind of love!—I’m his wife, the Raven,” she looks at me defiantly.
“Or you could have been mine,” I feel my insides freeze.
“You could have,” she hisses, burning me with her gaze. “If you’d shown up at the registry office, instead of cowardly running away.”
“I gave you a choice, Ira!” rage I can barely control boils in me.
“Choice?!” her eyes darken, and her lips curl in contempt. “I made it.**
After all these years I can feel how the air between us sparks, how my heart pounds against my ribs. And she feels it too. We haven’t cooled off—we’ve simply transformed our love into mutual hatred. There will be no mercy for anyone.