Huntbound (Moonfate Serial Book 2) by Sylvia Frost Page B

him to kiss me and try to make it better. Not because I think he can, but because I need the assurance that somebody, anybody wants to try.
     
    But he doesn’t return. Instead, he backs away from me as if I’m the wolf, as if I’m the monster.
     
    My heart hits the floor of my stomach, hard. And the tears that seemed so far away only a minute ago suddenly teem behind my eyes. What was I thinking? It was because my face was plastered on poster after poster that Orion was kept in captivity for years. It was because of my parents that hundreds if not thousands of his kind were imprisoned. And I almost shot him to save Lawrence.
     
    Now that he knows who I really am, why would he ever want to do anything to help me again?
     
    It’s too late.
     
    I fight down a choked sob. “I’m sorry.”
     
    When Orion finally speaks again, it’s not with horror or hatred or empathy or sorrow, but something else: disbelief. “You can’t be Artemis Williams.”
     
    “I am,” I say. “I’m so sorry, Orion. I am.”
     
    “No,” he says with utter, heartbreaking finality. “You aren’t. Because Artemis Williams is dead. She’s been dead for five years.”
     
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    Artemis and Orion’s story will continue in the third installment of the Moonfate serial, Bloodbound , due out on November 31 st . To read it for free the moment it comes out, leave a review of Huntbound, and then sign up for my newsletter here . Just make sure to link to your review in the sign-up field.
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