Tears wobbled in my eyes but I was too proud to let them fall. He’d left. Just like that! After defeating Hester’s dark magic with such ease—and some magic of his own—Reichardt still believed he needed to ransom his soul again to have what he desired. Immortality. Strength. Power. I could understand how that might mean something to him, to any man, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. By ransoming his soul, he was changing our relationship forever. Damn it, but I’d held on too tightly. I had forced him away from me. “Should have used a love spell on him,” I muttered. I shook my head. No. I’d tried my best. The man needed to spread his wings and be free to learn the world. And other women? A teardrop plopped onto my hand. And then I couldn’t hold them back anymore and burst into a fit of tears.
