a life between two worlds

She was rattled, disoriented and all together beside herself, but she still wouldn't utter the words. She wouldn't say what came to her mind.

Why not just make him fall in love with you again? 

Because she knew why.  For one, she wasn't blind, she knew Magnus Rhysand would never remain the forgotten lover forever. Just as she knew that Francesco never wanted to share from the beginning. It wasn't an option and they could both understand, straight forward though it was. But Aethra?  

Even she didn't know who she was these days. How was she supposed to keep those transient parts of her hidden making a hideously mortal error. A point she'd never considered before, love for thrill of it. Because the thrill was allowing one to embrace the fragile sensations inside of them when they say a special companion. Falling in love was the win and lose condition at once. He was supposed to love her and if she loved him back, she would never forgive herself for it. But to her friend she just nodded gravely. She'd certainly been asked to do worse. 

She blew out another woeful sigh, should other woman feel like questioning her reticence again. 

Nodding, she motioned to the pair of chairs. They might as well be comfortable. Tell me how to seduce your husband