DRAVEN
Circe stared at me, stunned into silence for the first time since I'd known her.
"You're lying," she finally whispered, but there was doubt in her voice. Want warring with disbelief.
"I'm not," I said, and then I let the tears come. Let them spill down my cheeks as I held her gaze. "I've been such a fool. Chasing a ghost. Pining for someone who never wanted me when you've been here the entire time."
Her hands trembled against my chest. "Draven..."
"I know I don't deserve it," I continued, the words coming easier now. "I know I've given you every reason to hate me. But if you could just... if you could give me one more chance. Let me try to be the mate you deserve."
Circe's expression cracked. The cruel mask she always wore slipped, revealing something vulnerable underneath. Something that had probably been waiting for this moment since the day we'd been bound together.
