"What should I write about Breanne?" I blinked up at him instead. Carefully, he reached over and closed my journal.
"Let Breanne write her own story. Let her release the hurt inside her by writing about it, sweetheart. We love her. She just doesn't know we love her." Merrill sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "The Vhanaraszh has given me everything," he opened his eyes again and smiled crookedly at me.
"I had no idea what I was abandoning when I gave you up, my love. Breanne gave you back to me." He leaned in and kissed me. I felt a tiny prick as his fangs touched my lower lip. After that, we allowed our bodies to do the talking—for a good, long while.
The End
The God Wars continue in Book 2, Blood Trouble.
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Connie Suttle lives in Oklahoma with her patient, long-suffering husband and three cats. For information on forthcoming titles, please visit Connie's website at www.subtledemon.com, her blog at subtledemon.blogspot.com or find her on Facebook—Connie Suttle Author. She is also on twitter: @subtledemon.