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I was Descended. I had magic. I was strong, and I was fast. I could heal. And I would live for centuries. Millennia, maybe.
“And I keep my promises, my Queen. Whatever the cost.”
“A Descended mate is forever. We do not give our heart away unless we are certain, beyond all doubt, that the person we choose will stand by our side no matter what fate the Kindred have in store for us, in this life and all that comes after.”
“A mate is so much more. A mating bond can only be made by love—true love.”
“It’s not uncommon to start the rite in private to be certain it will work. If one mate completes the bond, the other usually will, too.”
"Who is this woman to you?" - Elenor
"I think she..." - Luther
“Unleash, my Queen. Show this world what it means to Challenge Diem Bellator.”
Unleash, my Queen.
“If a kiss is the reward, my Queen, I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want.”
“A scar is a sign of survival,” I continued. “Of endurance. It’s a sign that its bearer triumphed over what might have killed a lesser person. To show off your scars is to tell the world you’re not ashamed of what you’ve overcome. Frankly, I can’t imagine any better symbol of strength. And if Luther were my King, then I would make him swear to me he would never remove it. I would hope he wore it with pride for the rest of his life.”
“Tell me then, my Queen, how would you like me to serve you?”
Because my calling comes from a higher authority than even you can claim, Your Majesty. As she guarded my heart, I will guard over yours. Even if it kills me.”
“It’s not the size that matters Luther, it’s what you can do with it.”
“You’re a Corbois, Diem,” he murmured into my ear. “Embrace your phoenix. Rise from the ashes, and burn bright once more.”
“When forgotten blood on heartstone falls, then shall the chains be broke,” he said in a bitter drawl. “Life for life, old debt requires, or eternal be his yoke.”
If the love is true, there’s nothing it won’t endure.”
“You are my Queen, and I am your sword. Point me at your enemies, and watch them fall. Lead this world, Diem, and I will follow you—into war, into death, into the tundra of hell itself.” He took my palm and set it against his chest, just above the patch of unscarred skin that lay beneath his jacket. “You are the fate my heart was spared for. As long as it beats, you will never fight alone.”
“I want every breath, every laugh, every tear. Every taste of your mouth, every inch of your skin. I want to kneel at your feet, soaked in the blood of your enemies, then worship your body until you scream my name.” His hands slid to my hips and tugged me closer. “Yes, Diem, I want to serve you—in every way a man can.”
“I want to burn alive in that fire in your eyes. I want it to melt me down and forge me into the weapon you need me to be. I want to stand by your side for the rest of my life, and I don’t need you to marry me and make me a fucking king to do it.”
“I pledged you my loyalty, and you have it, no matter your choice. But I cannot keep lying to you or to myself. I want all of you, Diem.” His lips brushed against mine, his words breathing straight into my lungs. “You already have all of me.”
It’s a reminder that no challenge can destroy the parts of us that truly matter. We’re not reborn in the flames. We’re revealed.”
“Leave him. Leave that stupid mortal who does not deserve you, and be with Luther.”
“There is something between you two I’ve never seen in any couple before. When you look at each other, it’s like the rest of the world ceases to exist.”
“At this point, I’m convinced even the Kindred want you together. And it’s clear you want him, too. So stop being a damn...
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your magic will not hurt those you love.”
“It’s why I was able to come to your side after your father died. Even when you’d lost control, at your power’s most destructive, I dropped my shield, and it did me no harm.”
“I would have walked into the flaming heart of the sun itself,” he shot back. “If you are suffering, nothing will keep me from coming to your aid. Least of all something as trivial as death.”
“Perhaps, for the right person, we endure the pain, because the torture of never having them at all is the more unbearable fate.”
“Because it wasn’t a lie for me!”
“I am yours, Luther Corbois. Scars and all.”
“Burn, my Queen. Glow so bright, the darkness trembles.”
