Eternal Promise: (The Cursed Series, Book 5)

climbed into his truck and hooked my seat belt. Seconds later, we were headed toward the cabin where I’d spent most of my summer hiding from Ivy. Trent had suggested we go there to restore Abby’s memories because it was quiet and somewhat secluded and the chances of being interrupted were slim.
“Isach’s a wreck,” I said. “He’s so worried Abby won’t be able to forgive him.”
“What do you think?” Trent asked.
I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I mean, he tried to kill me, and I managed to get over it. Hopefully, Abby will be able to as well.”
“Yeah, but he did a lot more to Abby than he did to you. He used her, toyed with her emotions, caused issues in her relationship with you… all of that on top of trying to kill you,” he said.
“I know.” I chewed nervously on the inside of my cheek. “Maybe this is a bad idea. I don’t know anymore.”
“Hey.” Trent reached for my hand, lacing our fingers. “It’s going to be okay. Abby’s strong and smart. She’ll make whatever choice she’s going to make, and we’ll help her deal with it.”
I gave him a grateful smile.
He squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the camping trip. We’ll be back early Sunday afternoon, though. Can I see you then?”
“I’m sure I’ll still be at your house,” I said, trying not to let the hurt show in my words. Since when did Trent schedule me around other things? Normally, it was the other way around. Ugh. I needed to knock it off. It wasn’t like Trent was taking off to go hang out with friends and party—he was spending time with his family.
The rest of the drive to the cabin was made in relative silence. Hanging out with my friends this weekend would be fun—it always was—but I missed Trent. Maybe I could convince Aunt Beth to let me stay at Whitney’s tonight… If Whitney asked her, she’d probably say yes faster than if I asked her.
When we arrived, Isach and Abby were already there. My heart lodged in my throat, and nerves fluttered in my chest. No backing out now. I reminded myself that I was doing this for Abby, because she had a right to her memories, all of them.
“What’re you two doing here?” Abby asked once we were out of the truck.
“We’re here to talk to you,” I said with a tight smile. “The stuff Isach needs to tell you… it involves me and Trent, so we figured it would be easier if we just all talked.”
Abby gave Isach a questioning look, but he avoided her gaze. I wanted to smack him. Didn’t he realize avoiding her or being shifty was only going to make this whole thing worse?
“C’mon,” Trent said. He unlocked the cabin, and we filed inside.
As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I was hit with waves of memories of my time spent here. Lounging on the couch with Trent. Eating breakfast with Jax. Laughing with Whitney. I momentarily closed my eyes and pushed the thoughts away. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on any of that.
“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Abby asked. “I’m starting to freak out.”
I took a deep breath. “Remember when I told you Trent wiped my memories?”
Abby nodded. “Yeah, he wiped mine, too, so that I wouldn’t remember him and say something to you.”
“Yes, but he wiped more than just himself from your mind. There were things that happened that you don’t remember,” I said cautiously.
“What things?” Abby’s gaze darted from me to Trent, then to Isach, who was doing his best to look anywhere but at her.
“I’m going to give your memories back,” Trent said. “That’s why we brought you here.”
Abby was silent for an uncomfortably long time. She crossed her arms and glared at Isach. “It involves you, doesn’t it?”
Finally, Isach looked up, his eyes tormented. “Yes.”
“I knew it,” Abby said through clenched teeth. “I haven’t been able to shake this feeling that there was a lot more to this whole story than I knew.” She huffed and shook her head. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“I’m sorry, Abby,” I said, giving her a hug. “We should’ve been honest with you about everything right from the start. But if you don’t want these memories back, we can just forget it.”
She barely returned my hug before pulling away and giving me a dirty look. “I can’t hardly know if I want the memories when I don’t know what they are.” She crossed her arms and glared at Trent. “Well, do whatever you’re going to do,” she said.
Defeated, I took a step back. Abby was going to be angry and upset when she learned the truth, but I hadn’t considered that she’d feel that way toward me, too. But I was just as guilty as Isach for hiding this from her.
“Give me a second,” Trent said. He gently took my arm and guided me into the kitchen, positioning me against the counter so my back was to Abby. “You’re sure about this?”
“No,” I said. “But it’s too late now.”
Trent stood in front of me, close enough our bodies were pressed together, and took my face in his hands. He peered into my eyes, then lowered his hands to rest on either side of my neck. His thumb stroked over the bite mark, and I whimpered involuntarily.
A split second later, his mouth was on mine in a hungry kiss that fried my ability to think clearly. When he started to pull back, I leaned forward, refusing to let him go just yet. I needed another moment or two.
He dragged his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, and around to my back, yanking me tighter, and I moaned softly as he deepened the kiss. Going all weekend without seeing him was going to be torture.
Reluctantly, Trent eased back, but not before nipping at my bottom lip. He groaned, then took a deep breath. “You’re not going