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I am such a fool!
Rune couldn’t shake off the memory of his mouth trailing reverently down her body, or the tenderness in his voice as he whispered sweet things in the dark.
I’m scared, too,he’d told her.
We could trust each other,he’d said.As if he’d meant every word.
She let the tears fall as she rode, letting the wind dry them. She pushed Lady harder, wanting to kill the thing inside her that bloomed at Gideon’s touch. Wanting to put him behind her forever.
Rune had known all along that he was hunting her. That he wanted her dead. Gideon was nothing more than a cruel boy who liked to kill witches.
Sweet Mercy, why does this hurt so much?
Suddenly, Lady slowed. Rune palmed the tears from her eyes and looked up. She hadn’t even realized the destination she’d been riding toward until it loomed before her.
Thornwood Hall.
One of the stable hands saw her arrive and met her at the entrance to the house. Rune dismounted and handed him Lady’s reins, quickly taking the steps past the two marble lions and through the doors.
Alex was in the hallway, speaking with a servant. The moment she appeared, he paused and turned toward her.
“Rune?”
At the sight of her tearstained face, his own darkened. Dismissing the servant, he moved toward her and took her shoulders in his hands. “What’s happened?”
She closed her eyes. Alexander Sharpe. The boy she didn’t have to hide from. Gentle Alex who would never hurt or betray her. The person she could tell anything to.
“You were right about Gideon. I’m done with him.”
A series of contradictory emotions chased each other across his face. Shock. Relief. And …something else. Something Rune couldn’t put her finger on.
“Did he hurt you?”
“What?No.” Not physically. “He …” She glanced toward the servant still lingering in this hall. Not wanting to be overheard, Rune took one of Alex’s hands and led him into the conservatory, shutting the door behind them.
“Your brother has suspected me this whole time.” Pressing both hands to her temples, she shook her head. She walked past the piano and toward Alex’s writing desk, pivoted and walked back again. “He was only pretending to court me because he thought I was the Moth.”
“Does he still think you’re the Moth?”
Rune thought back to the snippet of conversation she’d overheard. After waking in an empty bed and realizing it was midmorning, she’d dressed and followed the sound of Gideon’s voice downstairs. She’d only heard the end of his upsetting conversation with Laila and Harrow, but Gideon had seemed adamant: he didn’t think she was a witch.
“I don’t think so.”
“But you don’t know for sure.”
“I …”
“Rune.” Alex’s voice sounded strange. Rune, still pacing, had reached the writing desk again. “Please don’t make me leave you here.”
She turned to face him. “What do you mean?”
“Here. On this island.” He started toward her. “If I have to leave you behind, it will kill me. Please come with me.”
She shook her head. “You know I can’t leave.”
Rune watched Alex reach into his breast pocket and pull something out. Stopping in front of her, he reached for her hand.
“I didn’t think I’d have the courage to ever do this …”
