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592 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 20, 2020
“Never.”
“Never come for me.”
“Never look for me."
"If you do, I will take everything from you.”
“I love you, Evie. I fell in love with you within the first week I met you. I loved you before I even knew what that meant, and I loved you even when you were gone, and I loved you when you became someone else,” he said— pleaded, really.
“And I fell even more in love with you when you walked through the doors of Foretoken. I’ve never stopped loving you. I never will.”
“But first, I have an important question for you. One that I really need you to think long and hard about. Okay?”
Knowing Luc, I had no idea where this was heading. [...]
“Are you religious?”
His question caught me so off guard that my thoughts cleared. “Uh, no? I mean, not really?”
“Well, I am.” A pause. “Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”
“Tell me, Peaches, are you a parking ticket?”
“Because you have fine written all over you.”
🤦♀️. . .
Is your name Google?
Because you have everything I’ve been searching for.”
“Any questions?” Daemon asked.
Luc raised his hand.
“Yes, Luc.”
“Are you sure you’re against me getting Adam a llama?” Luc asked. “Like, really sure?”
Daemon sighed. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“Life ruiner,” he muttered, lowering his hand.
“Any actual important questions?” Daemon asked.
Grayson started to raise his hand.
“Yes, Grayson, all kids are dirty, and they all smell funny,” Daemon said before Grayson got the question out there.
Do you think he looked for the house that was already decorated in black and white? I asked, wondering how we ended up with angel-palooza.
Probably. He needed a place as deep and dark as his troubled thoughts. Arum are goth like that.
My hand balled in the front of his shirt. “Thank you—”
“Don’t thank me for that, not for doing what I needed to do.”
His features blurred. “When am I supposed to thank you, Luc?”
“When I do something worth thanking me for.”
“Even if you wake up and you don’t know who you are and you don’t know who I am, it’ll be okay.
I’ll be here, and I’ll help you remember.”
“Even if you wake up and you don’t know who you are and you don’t know who I am, it’ll be okay. I’ll be here, and I’ll help you remember.” His lips brushed my forehead. “I’ve got enough love for you that I’m overflowing with it. It’ll be more than enough if you wake up and see me as a stranger.”
Luc’s next breath sounded as ragged as my heart felt.
“No matter how you come back to me, as Evie or as Nadia or someone else, I’ll still love you like I do now, like I did yesterday and the day before, and that’ll be enough.”
I’ll still love you.”
"No, you're the Burning Shadow and he's the Darkest Star, and together, you will bring about the brightest night."
Being stared at by a bunch of legit aliens like I was the weird one to be wary of was quite unsettling.
”There is humor in everything.” His gaze caught mine. “If we forget that, we lose everything.”
“That was you in the woods. Just another part of you that I haven’t quite made friends with yet, but I will.”
We just all have a little bit of a monster inside of us. How could we not when we love someone like we do?
We had no idea what was going to happen from hour to hour, and I just wanted the beauty of this, of him, of us together, and there wasn’t a single thing wrong with that.
“Well, that’s kind of offensive. I’m totally trustworthy,” Luc argued. “And I give great gifts.”
Daemon crossed his arms. “You once tried to gift Kat and me a llama because, according to you and literally no one else, they’d make a great family pet for a baby.”
What?
Luc’s smile turned thoughtful. “They will protect a herd—”
“A lone child is not a herd, Luc,” Daemon sighed.
I was something they thought they could use to take over the world, then why couldn’t I be used to fight back?
"I loved you before I even knew what that meant, and I loved you even when you were gone, and I loved you when you became someone else,” he said— pleaded, really. “And I fell even more in love with you when you walked through the doors of Foretoken. I’ve never stopped loving you. I never will.”
His forehead pressed to mine. “I need to forget that we’re both stained with your blood.”
Closing my eyes on a shuddering breath, I cupped his cheeks. “You have me.”
Luc kissed me, and there was nothing slow or tentative about the way his mouth moved or how his lips parted mine. The kiss deepened, and there was an edge of desperation to it, a hint of lingering fear.
He pulled out a sour apple Blow Pop. “The Daedalus have more like her, and when they decide to break up this little militia you have going on here, even someone who isn’t particularly intelligent would know what a good idea it would be to have her on their side.”
The world just stopped spinning on its axis. Pigs were flying. Santa was real. Hell had even frozen over.
Love was the thunder in our hearts, the lightning in our veins, and it was what kept us together where we landed, even after our skin had begun to cool and our breaths had slowed.
"I've waited for you forever, and the only thing that scares me-that terrifies me-is that something is going to take you from me, and I won't be able to do a damn thing about it."
"I love you." I closed my eyes, losing a breath and then two. "And every part of my heart and my soul belongs to you, Luc. You are a gift."
"I've never stopped loving you. I never will."
"I bet Luc wishes they were llamas," I said.
Daemon groaned.
"You have no idea, Peaches. I would've befriended one and led it back to Daemon's house-"
"Dear God," groaned Daemon.
Luc looked at me. "And then the other would miss it and they would come, too."
I started to smile.
"Before Daemon knew it, he'd have a her of llamas," he went on, and Daemon started walking. "Kat would be thrilled."
"Do you ever stop and think how incredibly lucky you are to have such a brilliant wife, Daemon?"
Daemon smiled. "Every. Single. Day."