The Dark God's Bride Trilogy, #3 Read Online Free

to carry it around any longer.
    “The baby in the next room is Lizzie’s,” she explained as calmly as possible when his blue eyes questioned her. She inhaled a deep breath and mustered, “I never had the baby.”
    The man standing before her didn’t move a muscle. Through his blue eyes, she could see his thoughts breaking down. His mind began to wander, chasing his scattered thoughts. When he returned his gaze to her again, the whites of his eyes had reddened. His usual proud expression crumbled into a hurt expression that made her heart ache painfully. Why did telling the truth feel equally horrible as telling the lie?
    When she took a step closer to him, he stepped back.
    “Don’t,” he ground out.
    He is putting up walls again , she thought, as she tried to make out the invisible boundary he had set. And who could blame him? He was reliving his horrible past and all because she had made him believe he had a child and then killed it with the truth. She felt nothing but scalding shame dousing over her head because she knew just exactly what she was doing to him – to a man of distrustful nature who had long turned his back on all of the good in the world. She feared that she may have become another reason.
    “I’m so sorry…”
    For that one moment, she wished she could see exactly what was going on in his mind. The look on his face was chewing at her insides. She had no idea how badly he wanted a child of his own.
    His blue eye s lit up in brilliant rage. “ Who…? ”
    Amara shook her head. She hadn’t a clue what he was asking her.
    He strode toward her, put both of his broad hands on her shoulders and lightly shook her. “Who is responsible?”
    Misty grey eyes looked up at his raging blue ones. She gasped aloud when she understood what he was asking. She hadn’t realized how misleading her confession was until now. Hidden behind that fiery fury was the kind of hurt that she had never seen in any man, immortal or otherwise. It was loss she saw in his piecing blue eyes. A great loss.
    He thought… he thought that she had a miscarriage.
    “No… I…” Her chest felt so constricted that she could barely breathe. Her head was telling her to let the matter settle where he had concluded it, but her conscience was screaming at her to tell the truth – the truth that could end life as she knew it.
    She tried to think back to all the times he had mistreated her and convinced herself it was no less than what he deserved, but she couldn’t get herself to believe it. She could easily shake off his insults and sleep off his fear tactics. They hurt worse than beestings, but they did go away in a day or two. What she was doing to him was far worse than anything he had ever done against her.
    “I’m to blame for everything,” she said, each word shakier than the last. “It’s entirely my fault. If you must hold someone responsible… blame me.”
    What else could I have done? The truth would endanger everyone.
    All she wanted to do was apologize, but she knew he didn’t want to hear it. She searched for the right words, but deep down she knew nothing she said could lessen the severity of the situation. In the end, all that she could utter was an apology. It wouldn’t help him, but it could save her.
    She heard the door in the next room opening and closing. The Necromancer’s voice could be heard through the baby monitor on the bedside table. The crying soon stopped.
     
    It was as if the floor had slipped out from beneath him and he was struggling to stand firm. His mind couldn’t make sense of anything with his bride constantly murmuring an apology.
    “Be quiet for now,” he said to her. His voice was soft, but graveled. He was busy collecting his thoughts and piecing together a shattering emotion that he was unfamiliar with.
    No other words escaped her lips, but the tears began to overflow from her lovely grey eyes. He could hear his chaotic breathing filling up the room. Two lines of tears on her