The Vow I Never meant to keep
6 parts Ongoing I vowed to kill him.
Not in passing, not in anger, but with every ounce of hatred I had left. I whispered it like a prayer, carved it into my heart the night Nevan ruined me. His name was a curse on my tongue, his touch a brand I could never erase. He was my enemy, my undoing, and I swore-swore-I would be his. Just long enough to break him. Just long enough to watch him fall.
But Nevan never falls. He watches. He waits. He pulls me in with those sharp smiles and cold hands, threading his darkness through mine until I can't tell where I end and he begins.
And now, here I am, wrapped in his arms, drowning in everything I swore I'd never want. My dagger rests against his ribs, his lips against my throat, and I know-this was never a war I could win.
Because the real vow? The one I never meant to keep?
Was loving him.