One would think me stopping my mate from publicly stripping Myrna of her position as queen was out of the goodness of my heart. It wasn’t. At least not the part of my heart that had my mate thinking of me as one incapable of hating anyone. An angel.
I’d seen the curiosity in his eyes each time he looked at me. Eyes wondering how that it was possible for one to be capable of such a noble thing when they had been hurt over and over again. But perhaps that was not the entire truth.
He was not wrong to think that I still cared for Myrna even after all the hurt she’d brought in my existence. Except that was but a piece of the reality. As it had been known in every realm, the gods gave everything in pairs. Light and darkness. Life and death. Joy and pain. One could not exist without the other
