An insult to Avery

Kane’s POV

But I soon realized that today was just meant to punish me because Avery abruptly fell asleep as soon as she really settled in my lap. I was left with a raging hard on and it was a battle not to let the tears fall.

Being the big boy I was, I swallowed my pain, covered her in a bed sheet, and fixed her pillow, doing my best to make sure she was very comfortable and would not have a neck pain when she woke up.

When she woke up the next morning, she was so embarrassed, but I thought she was adorable.

I was actually glad she’d drank that wine because it brought her to me and allowed her to open up about all the things the faerie had told her that were eating at her—especially the topic of Mona.

My breath hitched when Avery mentioned her name, but I sighed. I always knew that we would eventually have this discussion, but there was no easy way to talk about it.

Because how can I tell the woman I want to be with, that the last woman I wanted chose to die rather th