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“It disturbs me how unusual it feels to hear you call me that,” he muttered, drawing a loud, genuine laugh from me.
He laughed again, his fingers tightening on mine. “Yes, it’s expected to pass to me.”
“What happened, Luther?” I was nearly yelling now.
“I’m giving you my trust. Don’t make me regret it.” The door slammed shut, leaving me and my knives alone with the King of Lumnos.
To the world, she was Auralie Bellator, but to me she was just... Mother. And I missed her. Gods, did I miss her.
The Crown of Lumnos.
“I am not afraid, Devourer of Crowns. Ravager of Realms. Herald of Vengeance.”
“Give him our gift, Daughter of the Forgotten. When the end has come, and the blood has spilled, give our gift to my faithful heir, and tell him this is my command.”
“A girl can’t be too careful. There’s all manner of monsters in this part of town.”
“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.”
“Let me die with the taste of you on my lips.” Our lips collided, and I was lost.
Lost in the roll of his hips between my legs, and the hardness that pressed between us.
I’d never been kissed like this before. I’d never even known this was what a kiss could be. And that scared me even more than a blade to the throat.
But Luther wasn’t cold at all. Luther was an inferno.
but inside, we were one and the same.
“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t feel my magic.”
His chin rose, our lips so very, very close. “Because I can feel yours, too.” No. No. He smirked. “You’re no more mortal than I am.”
“What if our story isn’t over, Diem Bellator? What if it’s only beginning?”
WHO IS THIS MAN?
Like in the vision, an exquisite ache swelled in the left side of my chest. Without thinking, my hand rose and pressed against it. I hesitated, then stole a fleeting glance back. Luther’s own palm lay flat below his left shoulder, a plea in his eyes.
Our eyes met. Empty. My head went completely empty.
Images of Luther flashed in my head—my blade at his neck, his blood on my hands. His lips on my mouth.
A faint twinge of sadness stung at my chest.
But his eyes, so guarded and full of pity, told me he already knew what truth I’d find.
“Luther Corbois is many things, but kind is not one of them.”
“I’m not finished,” Father snapped. My lips pressed closed.
“No, Father, it’s not a joke. It’s my life. My life—not yours.”
Tell me you have not been courting the gods-damned royal Princess of Lumnos.”
am your father, and you will obey me.” FIGHT. “You are not my father!” The words poisoned the air like a foul odor. Lingering. Turning my stomach.
the ground seemed to glow with its silvery light at my feet. I was still struggling to think, struggling to breathe.
Free me, Daughter of the Forgotten.
Claim me. I am your birthright and your destiny.
“Diem—you’re wearing the Crown. You’ve been selected. You are the new Queen of Lumnos.”
He’s gone, she reminded herself. Dead. You killed him. You’re safe, and so is she.
crescent moon emerging from within a fiery sun. Soft
In thirty days, Auralie Bellator was going home.
