The last shred of control I had snapped, and I beat my fists against Jax’s arms and chest, screaming at him to find Trent. Through it all, Jax stood there and took whatever I threw at him, never once moving or telling me to stop. And I hit him until my arms and hands ached nearly as much as my heart.
“Are you done?” he asked softly. Whatever anger he’d had moments earlier was gone.
Exhausted, defeated, and utterly broken, I dropped my arms to my sides, rested my forehead on Jax’s folded arms, and cried. Tears trailed down my cheeks and dripped from my chin.
“I can’t do this without him,” I said in between sobs. “You have to find him, Jax. Please.”
He lifted my chin and peered into my eyes. “I will,” he said firmly. “But I can’t do it alone. Which is why we need to go home first. I need to talk to Sean and Colt and everyone else.”
I nodded.
“I promise you, Chloe. I will bring Trent home to you,” he said.
My breath hitched at the sincerity in Jax’s tone. Despite everything that happened between us, the one thing that hadn’t ever changed was that he’d never once broken a promise to me.
He placed a tender kiss to my forehead. “Now, please get your stuff so we can go.”
At just like that, I was leaving my honeymoon and going home husband-less.
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ETERNAL LIFE (The Cursed Series, Book 6)
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
This book wouldn’t be as gorgeous as it is without my wonderful cover artist and formatter, Laura Heritage. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for so perfectly capturing everything I wanted on the cover.
For all my readers—THANK YOU! Thank you for taking a chance on a new author, for falling in love with Trent and Chloe and Jax as much as I have, and for sticking with me on this journey. I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without all of you. The response I’ve gotten from you has been humbling and overwhelming and has kept me going on the days when I questioned what the hell I was doing.
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CHAPTER ONE:
I’m Fine!
August 2018…
I SLEPT FITFULLY AGAINST JAX’S SHOULDER most of the way home, but he never once complained. He’d simply shifted positions so I’d be more comfortable. My honeymoon had come to an abrupt end because my husband had been kidnapped by a sadistic vampire and his psychopathic “queen.” How the hell did that happen? And how was I ever going to get him back?
My mind and body were zombie-like as we left the airport and climbed into Jax’s car. I rested my head on the window and closed my eyes. The hum of the car’s engine lulled me into a somewhat peaceful sleep. Every so often, Jax’s voice would cut through my consciousness, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
Eventually, the car stopped, and then I was in Jax’s arms. He carried me inside, up the stairs, and gently laid me on the bed—the same bed I shared with Trent on our wedding night. The blankets were still disheveled and smelled like him. Sudden, intense heartache clawed at me.
I was back home. Alone. Surrounded by memories of Trent. I hugged his pillow and inhaled his scent as fresh tears filled my eyes.
“Get some rest,” Jax whispered. And then he was gone, too.
A sob choked me, and I hugged the pillow tighter to my body. Wherever Trent was, I hoped he was okay. Dante had the chance to kill him, and he didn’t, which gave me a little bit of hope that Dante was simply delivering Trent to Yolanda.
Hopefully, Yolanda’s desire for Trent would outweigh her anger at him for leaving her all those years ago. As painful as it was, and as much as I didn’t want to even think about it, I prayed she treated him well. At least until Jax could find him.
I’d even forgive Trent if he gave in to Yolanda and ended up having sex with her. I didn’t care what he did just as long as he survived and came back to me. I rolled onto my back, still clutching his pillow, and stared up at the ceiling.
After a couple of hours, my tears dried up, and I was numb. What would I do if Trent never came home? How would I go on without him?
Cupping my hand over the mark on my neck, I inhaled a shaky breath. How did a person go on with their life when their soulmate had been ripped away from them? If I’d never met Trent, it wouldn’t matter. But I had met him. I’d fallen hopelessly in love with him. We were soulmates, and now I was alone.
Maybe that’s what Dante had meant when he said death would be preferable to the fate that awaited me. Because he was right. I’d much rather die than live without Trent. That was a silver-lining, I supposed. If Trent never came back, I’d stay human and eventually die.
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, A knock on the door woke me. I was still flat on my back and had a death grip on Trent’s pillow. Stiff and sore, I winced as I pushed myself into a sitting position.
“Chloe? Are you awake?” Whitney stepped into the room. She rushed to my side. “Oh, sweetie. I am so, so sorry.”
I nodded, knowing if I tried to speak, I’d only end up crying more.
“Jax filled us in on what happened,” she said and sat on the edge of the bed. “Everyone’s downstairs right now.”
“Who’s everyone?” My voice was hoarse, and my throat was scratchy. My head was starting to pound again, too.
“Sean, Colt, Wyatt, and Isach. We didn’t tell Abby anything yet because we weren’t sure if
