Scarlett St. Clair's Blog, page 184
August 9, 2018
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I start to stand and he does, too. “I should probably go.”“I think you do not understand the rules...
I start to stand and he does, too.
“I should probably go.”
“I think you do not understand the rules of the Underworld,” he says. “You have crossed the threshold, you have leveraged and lost to me.”
I wait for him to say it. To speak the words.
“You are mine to keep.”
August 8, 2018
Her eyes settled on him. He wore the glamour of a sleek business man—tailored suit, slick hair,...
Her eyes settled on him.
He wore the glamour of a sleek business man—tailored suit, slick hair, clean shaven—but she could see through it to the powerful God beneath. The lines of his face were severe. His hair was long and dark like midnight. Two thick horns emerged from his head.
This man, this God, was raw and rough and haunted and Persephone wanted what was beneath his magic. She wanted his ice and his fire. She wanted all the parts of him that were broken and all the parts she would heal.
