The Fate of Black Hearts
He erased her memory to save the world. She’ll kill him to remember.
Dom gave up everything for her—his magic, his freedom, even her memory. Bound by prophecy, he knows loving Evie again could end the world.
But letting her die isn’t an option.
Evie doesn’t remember the mage who ruined her life… only the way her body reacts when he’s near. As alpha of her lycan family, she needs her memories back—no matter who she has to kill to reclaim them.
The dangerously powerful mage who saves her life knows her secrets, her scars, her desires. His touch awakens a craving that feels forbidden—and terrifyingly familiar.
She needs him dead to break the spell.
He needs her to never remember loving him.
Because if she does, their passion won’t just consume them—
it will destroy the world.
*This book can be read as a sequel of prequel*
Trigger warnings: Graphic sexual content, death of sibling, graphic descriptors of fight scenes, and domestic violence.
EXCERPT
He held up the obsidian ring. “I can’t remove it, but it’s how they watch and monitor my emotions. Right now, I’m sure it’s registering high. They’ll know. They’ve known for a little bit, and I held them off. They put a new constraint on me.” He pointed to the band around his ankle. “It’s supposed to prevent me from loving.”
“Does it?”
He shook his head. “Nothing could stop this.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he put a finger over her lips. “Our time is limited. I have to get through this as fast as possible. It was decreed by the Fates for me to protect all of you. I didn’t know that you would become everything to me. You’re hope and freedom and necessity to me.” He leaned in to kiss her lips. “You’re the one in the prophecy, and they know this. They wanted to destroy you with a nasty relic and throw me back in a cell for the rest of my existence. I need you to stay away from a very specific vase. I don’t know how to protect you once this spell is cast, but maybe you can somehow remember you need to stay away from all vases?”
“Don’t do whatever this is.”
“I can’t let you die. I have to cast a spell to make you forget me. You will no longer remember me. I will break us free of the spell. Once it’s safe…if I’m ever freed, I’ll help you remember. Right now, they’re putting a binding spell on me that will alert them if I touch you again after the spell. If I touch you, they’ll target you. With the loss of your memory, you won’t remember me or them as a threat.”
“What if it’s permanent? What if I can’t ever remember you?”
“It’s no more than a relic spell. This kind of magic is reversible.” Insecurity flashed in his eyes.
“You’re not one hundred percent sure. You’re scared. Don’t do this. Why can’t you trust me to be okay on my own?”
His somber resolve spooked her. The finality on his face… He’d made a unilateral decision.
She rushed to say, “Don’t you dare decide for me.”
“This is goodbye. You won’t remember me.”
— Buy The Book —
— Add to your TBR —
