Dark’s POV

“That doesn’t mean I’ll take advantage of her love.”

Havana stood across from me, her arms folded beneath her chest.

“I care for her, Havana,” I continued, “More than I thought I ever could. If it means never breaking this curse… I’ll live with it. I’d rather be cursed beside her than free without her.”

Havana’s gaze softened slightly, but she said nothing.

******

Morning came, everything seemed normal.

I walked out of my room and made my way to check on Silas. Dara was awake, seated beside him, gently patting a cloth to his forehead. Silas still hadn’t opened his eyes fully, but his chest rose and...