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First published December 25, 2020
“We’re the Heirs and the Savage Princess. Darcy and the dudebros. Wolfman, Bitey C, Fish Fury, Dragzilla, and the Phoen Dream.”
We just held each other and I felt the love of my family binding us all so tightly together that nothing could ever break us. Not Lionel, not the stars. They might have tried to shatter our wills and crush us beneath them, but they'd never succeed. We'd always end up back together. Where we were meant to be.
And yet no matter what we'd experienced over the years, I'd always had this one burning light right beside me, like my very own star to set to guide me back home always. Darcy. My other half. My one, truest love.
"I knew I could never keep you, Blue. I knew it from the first time we kissed. I just fooled myself into believing it for a while. So when it came to us or you, I chose you. Because I woke up to reality. And real life isn't nice or easy, it's fucking quicksand that tries to drag you down the more you fight it. Love doesn't conquer all this time, because we're on two different paths. You're heading to the stars, beautiful, and I'm staying down here in the dirt. That's just the way it is."
"Do you really think that little of me, Lance Orion?"
His brow creased, his eyes scouring my face, pausing on my mouth. "No...I think the world of you, Darcy Vega."
I gazed at my mate in front of me. A man I had chosen for myself, regardless of stars and fate and laws. He was mine and I was his. Now and always. In the end, he'd kept his promise to me after all and I'd kept mine. We'd fought for each other until we couldn't fight any more.
"You're mine where it counts, Darius. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that." Her lips met mine and I tasted her tears and my grief between us for the sweetest, most painful moment I'd ever known.
"Maybe we should focus on your father first?" he suggested with a dark chuckle.
"Fine," I agreed. "But then I'm going down there to kick some ass."
"You're so protective of me, sweetheart," he joked.
"Always, baby," I agree with a laugh and I held him tighter as I began filling him in on everything I'd had to hold back on when I came to visit him.
"Seth Capella, life is not guarenteed and with the shit we do most nights, you will regret it if anything happens to him and you don't get the chance to tell him the truth."
"We won't die," he said with a shrug. "We're the Heirs and the Savage Princess. Darcy and the dudebros. Wolfman, Bitey C, Fish Fury, Dragzilla, and the Phoen Dream."
"Okay firstly, never call us those things again, and secondly, we're not immortal, Seth. Just...don't take this time for granted, okay?" I implored.
Seth stepped forward, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear with a whine. "We're gonna be okay."
I relented, hugging him tight for a moment as we just took a second to appreciate the fact that we were both half free of our shackles, then I huffed out a frustrated breath and kneed him in the balls as hard as I could. Orion wheezed out a cough laced with a surprised curse and I gave him a shove so he fell back onto the couch beside us as he cupped his junk.
"That's for breaking my sister's heart, asshole," I snarled, pointing a finger at him and glaring.
Darius:
Can you go to Lance's tonight? He might need help and I'm busy.
Darcy:
Busy doing what?
Darius:
Stuff and things. Be there by seven, shrew.
I shot him a gif of an angry Minotaur shouting 'NO!' and he replied with one of a shrew running away from a torrent of Dragon fire.
and yet no matter what we'd experienced over the years, i'd always had this one burning light right beside me, like my very own star set to guide me back home always. darcy. my other half. my one, truest love.
the pain of my separation from roxy cut me open and made me bleed with every day that passed.
and i guessed that was the new normal. living as though he was wholly separate to me, like he’d never owned my heart, like i’d never pledged to love him no matter what.
i never felt whole anymore. without her, i was half a girl. we were meant to be together. it was how it had always been and always should be.
orion was lying in a huge bed at the far end of the space and darius was spooning him, the two of them looking freaking serene as they slept. as i gazed at the two of them, i had the sudden urge to crawl in there and curl up with them.
“gracious!” she gasped. “what unworldly thing could i have possibly done to deserve such a gift?” “you’re you, geraldine,” i said with an earnest look. “that’s enough.”
“do you really think that little of me, lance orion?” “no…i think the world of you, darcy vega.”
“it's fine - i'll be in bed with darius, no doubt listening to him talking about you incessantly while he makes me his little spoon.”
“have you ever noticed how tall darius is? and how strong he is?” orion asked, a smirk playing around his lips. “or how his eyes have little flecks of gold mixed in amongst the brown”?
“but i’m also having trouble keeping my hands off of you right now and i’m concerned that if i bite you we might end up fucking.”
i hated being tactile with anyone. anyone except darcy. alright, and darius. apparently i only liked the D.
“well you’re gonna shock that little heir boyfriend of yours when he sees you like that.”
she was becoming the queen she was always meant to be. it was just hard to accept that i was never going to be her king.
she was so fucking strong. so fucking everything. by the stars, i couldn’t believe i’d ever tried to claim her for myself. she was so far out of my league it was unreal.
“but if you guys ever wanna ditch the girl drama and build a sausage heavy harem then i wouldn't take a whole lot of convincing”.
“stop eye fucking my neck and just bite me already, cal”.
“no wonder my lady tory is so enamored with your swollen banana”. i spit my water when i read that??
“We won’t die,” he said with a shrug. “We’re the Heirs and the Savage Princess. Darcy and the dudebros. Wolfman, Bitey C, Fish Fury, Dragzilla, and the Phoen Dream.”
“I love you, Blue. I loved you then, I love you now, I’ll love you tomorrow even if I’m no longer on this earth. No time exists where I won’t love you.”
“I wanted to rip her from his arms, drag her away with me and just run and run until we were so lost that no one could ever find us again”.
“Every crush you have is a big deal, you had a crush on a cookie the other day and didn’t eat it for like eight hours.”
“The chocolate chips were arranged into the shape of a dick!” he defended himself and I snorted.
“Right, I’m off to fuck your girl. Oh sorry, I meant my girl.” I lunged at him again, but hit an air shield this time. “She’s not fucking you. She has more class than that.”
“Do you really think that little of me, Lance Orion?” His brow creased, his eyes scouring my face, pausing on my mouth.
“No… I think the world of you, Darcy Vega.”
“I’ve known since I crowned you in my car. Just don’t ever forget you were my queen first.” He yanked me forward and his mouth met mine.
"I loved him too completely. In every minute of every hour, right down to the space between seconds."
“I love you, Blue. I loved you then, I love you now, I’ll love you tomorrow even if I’m no longer on this earth. No time exists where I won’t love you.”
"Please stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" I hissed,
"Like you think I'm about to attack you. I fucking love you, Roxy," he growled.
"While she watched the rain pouring down from the heavens, I watched her."
"She was it for me and even if I could never truly have her, I wasn’t ever going to stop wanting her. I wasn’t ever going to stop belonging to her."
"I'm yours, Darius," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the storm.
"And you're mine. No matter what."
“It’s like… when I was on the moon and I could see the earth, I thought about how sad it was that they’d never be together. The moon just watches the earth in all its gorgeous green and blue glory, but it can never, ever touch it. And it made me think of him.” He dropped his eyes. “Everything makes me think of him.”
“If only you didn’t have that big Dragon dick between your thighs, we could have been perfect,” he joked. “Oh please, we both know you’d be the girl in our relationship,” I told him and he rolled his eyes.
“You’re so protective of me, sweetheart,” he joked. “Always, baby,” I agreed with a laugh and I held him tighter
“I’ve seen it all now, babe. Lucky I’ve got a new crush. But if he turns me down maybe we can pity fuck each other back to normality?” he suggested like he genuinely meant it. “In your dreams, Capella.” I shoved him back
“I’d cook your ass if you tried it.” “Hmm, that’s a point. How will I fry you up if you don’t burn?” he mused and I laughed. “Sucks to suck, Darius,” I said lightly. “I’m uncookable.”
"Shit, dude, don't start crying on me. I thought you were meant to be an asshole?" I teased and he laughed against my hair as he gave me an extra squeeze. "Give me a few minutes to just be glad to have you in your right mind again then I promise to go back to being a dick as soon as I can," Orion joked.
“We won’t die,” he said with a shrug. “We’re the Heirs and the Savage Princess. Darcy and the dudebros. Wolfman, Bitey C, Fish Fury, Dragzilla, and the Phoen Dream.”
Having Orion’s new number was a treat in itself. I sent him daily photographs of me and Darcy together with captions like #sheaintblueoveryounomore and #teamDeth. He’d blocked my number after threatening to rip my intestines out and strangle me with them – amongst other murderous threats - but then I got a magical app which sent my texts from anonymous numbers so he couldn’t keep me away. It was hilarious. And very intentional. Because I was officially kickstarting Mission: Get Darion Back Together.
“Because he’s in love with my sister which makes him about as appealing to me as a three day old tuna sandwich – no offence,” I tossed at Darius and he smirked.
“You’re an old tuna sandwich to me too, Gwen,” he agreed and I punched him over the name, but couldn’t fight a smirk.
“Right, c’mere.” Seth whipped the vine and grabbed Geraldine by the ankle with it, dragging her toward him. I caught her hand with a laugh as she wailed like a banshee and I was hauled across the floor with her.
“Let me go, my lady!” Geraldine cried. “I shall go into the eternal night for you. You must live on to produce many a babe with the most handsome of kings!”
“Well that would be me then.” Caleb shot forward, diving onto my back and clinging on as Seth heaved us all across the floor.
“Caleb,” I laughed as he tickled me to try and make me let go of Geraldine.
“Let the Wolf have her!” Caleb cried dramatically and I lost my grip on her, leaving Seth to yank Geraldine across the floor at his feet and he started binding her with more vines.
“For my most glorious majesties!” she cried. “Peril calls my name and my name is Geraldine Gundellifus Gabolia Gundestria Grus! Hear. Me. Roar!”
“I love you, Blue. I loved you then, I love you now, I’ll love you tomorrow even if I’m no longer on this earth. No time exists where I won’t love you.”
“Oh and if you ever shove my sister like that again I’ll rip one of your arms off.” He said it so calmly, but the darkness in his eyes said he’d absolutely do it.
Aw, I love my psycho big brother.
I barely had time to be relieved as chaos descended around us and the shadow of a huge Storm Dragon flew overhead. The crowd were screaming and death was spilling through the amphitheatre on furious, ravenous wings as Dante’s lightning powers blasted the stands and more and more of our friends appeared.
“We’re all at least a little fucked up, Tory,” he said roughly. “But the people who love us don’t give a shit about that. Better still – they love us even more for it.”
“We’re the Heirs and the Savage Princess. Darcy and the dudebros. Wolfman, Bitey C, Fish Fury, Dragzilla, and the Phoen Dream.”
istg i don’t even know how to rate these books anymore!!! this shit is CRAZY!!!!
can’t say much but these characters need a little bit of luck for gods sake! it can’t be possible that they haven’t had a single minute of peace since the third book???? (we’re at the 6th)
onto the next i guess? i’ll most definitely need therapy after this series—mark my words.
She was becoming the queen she was always meant to be. It was just hard to accept that I was never going to be her king.
I wouldn’t break, or cry or let him see a single crack in my façade. I was stronger now. And no man, not even him, would be able to hurt me again.
I hated being tactile with anyone. Anyone except Darcy.
Alright, and Darius.
Apparently I only liked the D.
“It’s like… when I was on the moon and I could see the earth, I thought about how sad it was that they’d never be together. The moon just watches the earth in all its gorgeous green and blue glory, but it can never, ever touch it. And it made me think of him.” He dropped his eyes. “Everything makes me think of him.”
"You want me to accidentally barbecue him the next time I see him in my Dragon form?"
Jodie Fleming: Mildred takes so many Faeroids she’ll probably be the one impregnating Darius on their wedding night #peenqueen #dragonatrix
I wasn’t sure how long we clung to each other like that, practically forming one body, two halves of the same whole. Just the way we’d been born to be.
Memories of our childhood were bubbling up in me until I felt like I was overflowing with them. The good, the bad, the downright fucking miserable. And yet no matter what we'd experienced over the years, I'd always had this one burning light right beside me, like my very own star set to guide me back home always. Darcy. My other half. My one, truest love.
The two of us were a pair of sorry sons of bitches right about now and I knew all too well the pain of being hung up on a Vega who wasn't yours.
While she watched the rain pouring down from the heavens, I watched her.
I knew what jealousy tasted like, looked like and felt like. Just yesterday, I’d made a girl cry when I overheard her planning to sneak into Caleb’s room dressed in nothing with glitter covering her naked body to ask him if he was horny for the horn. Firstly, Cal was not into that shit as far as I was aware (but I’d be the first to paint my body in glitter and strap a dildo horn to my head if he was). And secondly, no bitch. Just no.
Denial was my best friend who liked to braid my hair and call me pretty.
My heart pounded harder as I stole a glance at his face, his perfectly straight nose, his eyes overshadowed and intense. I’d known him my whole life and I’d realised he was attractive some time around my twelfth birthday.
She was my lucky star.
I needed her. I'd been like the moon without the light of the sun without her all this time. Cold and pale and void of life. But she lit me up and made me burn. And I never wanted to stop burning with her.