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A demon that had reproduced with his mother—not once, but twice.
Look alot of women bd's are demons
Rowan at her right, Aedion at her left, Lysandra at her back: nothing and no one would get to their queen.
Family
His wife.
Me, unless your evil, then nvm
“Would you like me to kill him for you?”
Yes Please, Husband
“Even if Maeve had kept me enslaved, I would have fought her. Every day, every hour, every breath.” He kissed her softly and said onto her lips, “I would have fought for the rest of my life to find a way to return to you again.
He was hers and she was his, and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.
Dorian loosed a battle cry.
I'm so proud thats my mf king!!!!!
“But you know what I told them? I said that they didn’t stand a chance in hell.” Aedion lowered his voice, holding her pained, exhausted stare. “Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”
Yes get ur mf WOMAN
The Lion lingered in the brush, keeping out of sight and sound as the Wolf watched over the dragon still sprawled across the beach.
What a sentence
But you and I will learn to manage your power together. You do not face this alone; you do not decide that you are unlovable because you have powers that can save and destroy.
“I love you. I am in love with you, Rowan. I have been for a while. And I know there are limits to what you can give me, and I know you might need time—”
“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Hers—he was hers, and— “You are mine,” Rowan breathed, and she felt the claiming in her bones, her soul. “I am yours,” she answered.
“To whatever end.” For too long—for too long had he been alone and wandering. No longer.
marveling at the velvet-wrapped steel, Rowan groaned again,
As if doing this, touching her, was as much to remind him that she had made it today, that she was safe,
“Isn’t that all these Fae males are good for?”
Yes
But those eyes dipped to her mouth, clamped tight in her rage. And a part of her that had nothing to do with fear went still at the attention, even as other parts went a bit molten. Lorcan’s eyes at last found her own, and his voice was a midnight growl as he said, “As far as anyone’s concerned, you’re still my wife.”
Would it ever stop—the wanting? The need to not only be near him, but to have him so deep in her she felt their souls twining, their magic dancing …
Good girl.
Thats all I need to hear
To protect, to shield, to fight for what and who he loved.
“Remember who you are. Every step of the way down, and every step of the way back. Remember who you are. And that you’re mine.”
The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart …
“They won’t attack me,”
Husband is worng
And then he said quietly, “I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”
But letting that glimmering, lovely light before him die out … In his ancient, bitter bones, he could not accept it.
She had been forgotten—by everyone and everything. And still she had hoped. And still she had been kind to him.
And still she had offered him a glimpse of peace in the t...
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They both turned, giving Rowan Whitethorn horrifyingly innocent smiles. The Fae Prince, to his credit, only winced after they looked away again.
Manon smirked at Lorcan. “Your claim on her, male, is at the very bottom of the list.”
and she’d looked at him … Holy gods, when she’d looked at him, he’d almost fallen to his knees.
He had needed to touch her, to reassure himself that she was all right, to feel the woman who could do such great and terrible things and still look at him with that beckoning, vibrant life in her eyes.
The joyless, cold male she’d first met, the one who had been waiting for an opponent good enough to bring him death … He now looked at her with happiness in his face.
Manon wasn’t entirely sure where to go once she left. The world had never seemed quite so vast before. And so empty.
