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For anyone who has ever been told their spark shouldn’t burn so bright and for all the people who loved them precisely because it did.
Only one thing is certain: my mother’s disappearance on that hot, cursed afternoon set off a chain of reactions so unexpected, so far-reaching, that even the gods themselves
Survive, my father’s words echoed in my ears. At whatever cost, to whatever end. Survive first, mind the consequences later.
Ahhhh I’m still not over TOG😭
“Listen to me and listen close, Daughter of the Forgotten.” She leaned forward and poked me in the shoulder. “Stop running from who you are. Stop hiding.”
I’d learned early on that no amount of protesting would sway her decision to wall me off from the Descended world,
Because she knows something you don’t😩🙌🏾
I’d never been one to yearn for commitment—every time a boy had begun to look at me with something deeper than lust, I’d run as far and as fast as I could.
But I didn’t choose to be a healer, nor did I choose to take my mother’s role. And I didn’t want gentle or delicate. I wanted to burn.
This was going to hurt, but I would fight back.
I would not leave Maura and my family to the mercy of the Descended. I refused to let this be my end.
“Do you really think you can take us all, mortal?”
“Oh, just taking you would satisfy me enough.” I shot a sympathetic look between his legs. “That must be the first time a woman’s ever told you that.”
Hahaha
“Welcome to the Guardians of the Everflame.”
“Marry me, Diem Bellator.” My heart stuttered to a stop. “Be my wife. Let’s fight this war side by side.”
“So it’s too dangerous. You’re mortal, remember?”
“Your body is too fragile.” I glared. “First of all, if you ever call me fragile again, I’ll slice your precious royal balls off and shove them down your throat.”
YESSS GURL
“Touch her, and I’ll rip off your fucking arms.”
“If you think I’m such a threat,” I said, the huskiness of my voice revealing more than I’d intended, “perhaps I should take you out now while I have the chance. Kill you before you kill me.”
“Do it,” he said, no trace of hesitation.
He lowered his head, forcing the knife’s honed edge into his flesh be...
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Luther didn’t even flinch.
“You think I fear my own death?” he whispered in my ear. “Every day I draw breath is as much a curse as a gift. I’ve been living on borrowed time for longer than you can imagine. If you’re the way my fate finally catches up to me, I can’t fathom a more beautiful end.”
“Do it,” he said again. “Kill me, if that’s what you think I deserve. But if you do, give me one favor before I go.”
“Favor?”
“Let me die with the taste of you on my lips.”
Our lips collided, and I was lost.
“You saw it too, didn’t you?” I stopped, but I didn’t look back. “Last night,” he said, “right before the roof collapsed. The vision. The battlefield.”
I couldn’t move, my body paralyzed, my thoughts stunned to stillness.
“What if our story isn’t over, Diem Bellator? What if it’...
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“Diem—you’re wearing the Crown. You’ve been selected. You are the new Queen of Lumnos.”
