Chapter Eighty Four

Beatrix’s words were genuine, she had meant every single thing she said.

"Well, I love him too,” I said, staring right into her. “And he loves me.”

“He never gave me the chance. You say you love him, but could you bleed for him? Would you give your life for him? Could you fight for him even with your very last breath? Could you leave behind the people you love just to be with him?” She questions, and there is something so deep about her words that I’m left silent. “No, you can’t. So what makes you think that you deserve him?”

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That night, when Thane had asked me if I met my mother... I lied. I told him I did and didn’t know exactly why I had to lie, but at the moment it felt like the right thing to do, and I could only hope that the maid was the only one who knew that my mother was gone; Thane couldn’t know—not after I had lied to him.

Beatrix words replayed in my mind over and over again: she was in love with him, so hopelessly in love just as I was... if not more, she was willing t