A Cursed Love (Myths of Airren Book 3)

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Aveen plummeting to her death.

Falling impossibly fast. Plunging into the waves. Never resurfacing. Swallowed by the seething sea.

Dawn spilled its golden light across the whitewashed cottage tucked between two fields. With the briny breeze tugging at my shirt, I racked my brain for some way to keep the precious woman sleeping inside safe from the inevitable. We may have won this battle, but I wasn’t foolish enough to believe the Phantom Queen would let our victory stand.

I needed to return to the castle and inform Tadhg of what had transpired in the Black Forest. I’d be gone an hour, two at most. A lot could happen in two hours, and trouble had a way of finding these Bannon women. The thought of leaving Aveen all by herself made my chest ache. Or it could’ve been the recently restored organ doing that. Did having a heart always feel this heavy?

If only I could have gone back to yesterday and told myself not to go through with it.

With Tadhg’s life force flowing through her veins, Aveen couldn’t die unless the Queen got her hands on the enchanted dagger. And I’d hidden that cursed weapon somewhere no one would find it. But there were fates far worse than death for our kind.