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and … fine, it made him more handsome, too. Or maybe that was just her missing him.
Lol
“When you shift, will your hawk form be plucked, then?”
Lol
But lines had always been blurred for them, and neither of them had particularly cared.
Hm
Aelin tried not to look too jolted by the sight of him with the towel wrapped around his hips, at the tan and muscled body that gleamed with the oils of the bath, at the scars crisscrossing it like the stripes of a great cat. Even Common Sense was at a loss for words.
Oop
“You’re not that girl anymore,” he said softly. “Someday, I want to see you wear this.”
Yesssss lol
The encounter with the visiting group of highborn Fae at Mistward had been miserable, to say the least. And when Rowan’s former lover had refused to stop touching him, despite his request to do so, when she’d threatened to have Aelin whipped for stepping in …
I dont remember this?
Blood-sworn.
Oops lol
Months, actually, to really notice it. And for these past few weeks, against his better judgment, he’d thought often about that face—especially that smart-ass mouth.
Oop
“And what if I want you to stay in here with me?”
Oop
“You forgot the bottom part.”
Lmao
He was in such deep, unending shit.
Hehehe
His tail moved slightly, the iron spikes clinking on the stones. Wagging. Like a dog—sleepy, but pleased to see her.
Defiant, even. Yesterday, one of them—young, handsome, familiar—had recognized him and begged.
Please dont be ress
Rowan gave a little grin that usually sent Aelin running. “Are you studying them so you can replicate them when you take my form, shape-shifter?”
Oop
Elide’s bowels had turned to water
Watery bowels are back
Slowly, his gaze lifted to hers. And she could have sworn that hunger—ravenous hunger—flickered there.
“Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.”
Lmaoooo
She sucked on her teeth. He would probably have been even more scandalized to learn I’m not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress. The table rattled as Rowan’s knee banged into it.
Rowan shook his head subtly, his eyes dancing with a light that she’d only recently come to glimpse—and cherish. Do you delight in shocking me?
She would find that love again—one day. And it would be deep and unrelenting and unexpected, the beginning and the end and eternity, the kind that could change history, change the world.
That night I fought at the Pits, we were only there because I’d contacted the owners days before and told them to send out subtle feelers to Arobynn about investing. He took the bait—didn’t even question the timing of it. But I wanted to make sure he quickly earned back all the money he lost when I trashed the Vaults. So we wouldn’t be denied one coin owed to us.”
“You are sacred vessels,” the duke said. “It is an honor to be chosen.” “I find that a very male thing to assume.”
Like that time she’d moaned at the breeze he sent her way on Beltane—the arch of her neck, the parting of that mouth of hers, the sound that came out of her—
I had a feeling he liked that
Gold eyes had always been prized among Blackbeaks. She’d never wondered why.
The valg king has gold eyes
To have one afternoon with no fighting, with no one hating him. To feel like he was part of their unit.
People are only rude to you bc youre a troll
Rowan strode right into their bedroom.
Their bedroom
“I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us … I would find you. I don’t care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always.”
“No one else,” she whispered. “I would never allow anyone else at my throat.”
And he learned to like it.
No :(
Before it could tell anyone, she leaped upon it, tearing and ripping with her shadowfire until only ashes of malice remained, until it was no more than a whisper of thought. Fire—it did not like fire of any kind.
Yessss
For a heartbeat, she wasn’t in the warehouse. For a heartbeat, she was standing in a beautiful bedroom, before a bloody bed and the wrecked body splayed upon it.
Ugh the trauma
“I can’t bury another friend.”
:(
It was foolish to even start down this road, when every other man she’d let in had left some wound, in one way or another, accidentally or not. There was nothing soft or tender on his face. Only a predator’s glittering gaze. “When we get back,” he said, “remind me to prove you wrong about every thought that just went through your head.”
Or at Dorian, riding at his father’s side, that black collar around his neck and nothing human in his face.
:(
There was no one in earshot as Manon stopped a few feet away from the Crown Prince. “Hello, princeling,” she purred.
Not too close, it said. Do not let the witchling too close. The eyes of the Valg kings—
I thought so
He cocked his head. “I’ve never been with a witch.” Let her rip out his throat for that. End it.
Cannot believe the audacity of him to flirt with her lol
“What is your name.” A command, not a question, as eyes of pure gold met his. “Dorian,” he breathed.
The Wing Leader was frozen in place, her sentinels wide-eyed as they rushed to her. Chaol’s human blood wouldn’t hold the spell for long.
She Wasnt figeting she was drawing
“Run.” It was a voice that she’d never heard herself use—a queen’s voice—that came out, along with the blind yank she made on the blood oath that bound them together.
Oh shit
But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.
“They tried to shoot my … Rowan through the heart. And I saved her anyway.”
My...
A stillborn was a witch’s greatest sorrow—and shame. But for her grandmother …
Ugh
“She branded me. Had them heat up the iron in the same flame where my witchling burned and stamped each letter herself. She said I had no business ever trying to conceive a Blackbeak again. That most men would take one look at the word and run.”
Horrible
“He never married. And even when he was an old man, I’d sometimes see him sitting on that front porch. As if he were waiting for someone.”
:(
“Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin …,” Aelin said. “She screamed Manon’s name the way I screamed yours.”
“Any debts owed to me by Lysandra and Evangeline are now paid in full. At their earliest convenience, they may receive the Mark of their freedom.”
Aelin sighed. “Oh, thank the gods. You can look hideous when you cry.”
<3
She knew the answer. And knew there was no one coming for her.
:( poor elide
“Should I thank you for putting on pants?” Lorcan said, his voice barely more than a midnight wind. “I didn’t want you to feel inadequate,” Rowan replied, leaning against the roof door.
Lmao
