Mason Nightshade lowered his eyes to look at Aurelia Shaw's sleeping face, and couldn't make sense of it.
Was it because he had been reborn? Did he use the wrong method, making her want to leave him? Or maybe this world wasn't the one he used to live in, and the Aurelia in his arms wasn't actually his Aurelia at all.
Mason closed his eyes, taking a deep, weary breath.
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
He was starting to feel a little tired.
In his previous life, he'd plotted so much, but in the end, he still lost her.
Now, all he wanted was to hold her like this, to hold her forever. As long as he could see her still by his side, that was enough to fill his heart.
"Do you really want to leave me?" Mason gazed at Aurelia's face, murmuring in a whisper tinged with a grief he never showed anyone, "Do you know how cruel those words are to me? Letting you go means I have no heart left—and how am I supposed to go on living without my heart?"
"Aurelia, you are my life."
