Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 137017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
No.
I wouldn’t have been able to do that.
Even without the knowledge I now possessed, I think I would have hung on for dear life, even if it ultimately meant my death.
I rolled my head to the side, only to see Kalon’s sleeping face staring back at me. His black hair, his long eyelashes, his stubbled jaw that looked as though he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days… He looked so peaceful, but there was a darkness under his eyes that gave him away.
That idiot. I’d bet the contents of my jewellery box that he’d barely left my side since the accident.
Wait.
How long ago was that?
How long had I been asleep? There’d been nothing in God’s little divine power realm to show the passage of time, and even if there was, I doubted time moved the same way as it did here.
Kalon’s face briefly scrunched in pain, and something twisted deep within my heart as the memory of my first death flashed through my mind.
I never, ever wanted to see that anguish on his face again. No matter what happened in this life, no matter what would come my way, I would survive.
I could not, would not, die at anyone else’s hands. Not this time. The only way to set the endless regression of this world right was by my natural death, so I simply had to fight.
I was determined that this life would be my last.
I knew where the danger was coming from. I knew who wanted me dead. I didn’t know all their motivations and things would be different, even as I regained memories from my past lives in this world, but knowing something was better than knowing nothing.
Like knowing that Lillia remembered the last few cycles. I didn’t know how she’d managed to retain those memories, but if her soul was corrupting, it didn’t sound like it was a natural phenomenon. The truly bad part about that was that she remembered Alicia as the previous soul.
The weary, broken soul who truly had become an antagonist in the end.
Lillia remembered all the horrible things that soul had done to her, and she had no way of knowing I was a different person.
Not that it mattered.
She was the one who’d poisoned me in my first life and had had a hand in my death in all my other lives.
We were always destined to be adversaries.
Perhaps I could understand the ones in which the previous soul had done her wrong, but in the first place when it was my soul that existed here, my only crime was loving Kalon.
Judging by the way Lillia had been unashamedly approaching Kalon and confronting me, she thought she had a chance this time at making him fall for her again.
And being with Kalon was, once again, my crime.
I didn’t care.
Kalon was mine.
He’d been mine in every life where our souls had been together, and he would be mine in every life after this.
I had no idea how this life would end, but if I did die at the hands of her, Torin, or the Empress despite my determination, I knew with absolute certainty that Kalon would be mine in the next life.
Hell, if we made it and died of old age together, I was certain that we would find each other again wherever our souls ended up.
I reached out and laid my hand against his cheek. He was so warm, and I smiled and closed my eyes when he turned his face into my hand as if he was seeking my touch.
Silly.
He was so silly.
“Allie?” His sleepy voice was rough and thick with emotion, and I opened my eyes again to find myself drowning in the abyss that was his purple and gold gaze.
Even in the darkness, his eyes shone like stars.
“Hi,” I said croakily.
Kalon stared at me for a moment before grabbing me and pulling me tightly against him. “You’re awake,” he murmured into my hair as he cupped the back of my head. “Or am I dreaming?”
“No, you’re not dreaming.” I snuggled in close to him, sliding one of my arms around his waist. “That was quite the nap, huh?”
“Don’t you dare joke with me right now.” He tightened his grip on me. “If you had any idea what I’ve been through the last ten days, you wouldn’t dream of it.”
Ten days?
Holy crap.
I’d really taken my time chatting to God, huh?
“I’m sorry,” I said, turning my face and tucking my head under his chin. “But I’m okay, see? I have all my fingers and toes.”
“How do you know? You haven’t seen your toes.”
“I can feel them.”
Kalon grunted. “Unacceptable. I’ll have to check for myself.”
“You want to check my toes?” I wriggled until he loosened his grasp on me just enough that I could tilt my head back to look at his eyes. “Do you have a foot fetish?”