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“Five devils are approaching. Five black hearts are wanting. It is five who cry a dark and lonely song, calling for their queen. Lion, shark, dragon, wolf and…shadow.”
I pull on the shirt anyway because Aurelia is nearby and I want to look nice when we finally reunite. I hate her, and she’s half-mad, but she’s my regina, and my animus is howling at me to look my best for her.
Scythe prowls after his brother a little distance away. He’s the first shark I’ve met because none of them like to be land-dwellers, and he has that characteristic out-of-this-world, high cheekboned beauty and the long silver hair of his kind. But that’s where his
The dragon’s got his usual nasty sneer on, but on a face that is sheer fine-boned masculine beauty, he manages to make it look sexy. The last time I saw him, he was strung up, half naked against a dungeon wall, and that is in stark contrast to his chosen appearance now.
he’s pretty devastating—even without the glowing silver eyes that allow him to see through his physical blindness. He’s got one headphone in, but I note that his old music device is gone—swapped for a shiny new black phone stuck into his front jeans pocket.
“If anyone hurts my chicken, they’re fucking dead! Hear me? Fucking dead!”
Put us ferals and rabids all together and what do you get? Bedlam.
“Is Savage your real first name, Mr Fengari?” the birdie doc asks slowly. I decide she mustn’t care much for her life if she works in a place like this. I glance at Ruben. “Yeah, my parents were assholes.”
warning for the other students. Cute. “And I hear you’ve been to Blackwater Prison.” “They’ve been talking about me, have they?” I say with a chuckle. “Your reputation precedes you, yes.”
I’ve never felt so alone in a place so full of beasts.
There are spirits and ghosts haunting or watching over this land, and most of them fled when I came along this week. But this one is no spirit. Is no ghost of the dead. I could say that he is a shadow of the darkness and madness that haunts the edges of me and creatures like me who walk this plane. Sometimes Xander calls me an alien, and at those times, it doesn’t feel like he’s wrong.
So it’s with great attitude that I lock eyes with the massive suited beast sitting behind the redwood desk. His long honey blond hair is neatly tied back, and his grey three-piece is so perfect I feel sick. It’s like I’ve walked into purgatory only to be met by an archangel who’s about to interrogate me in front of a set of golden scales. Will I be allowed into heaven, or will he judge me as only worthy of hell? It’s easy to forget that he’s only twenty-seven, if rumours are to be believed.
The right for my father to give me away in a bridal contract without my consent is one of those laws. The right for my father to execute me for crimes against my family is another of them.
It hurts because my mum is always asking about how much money I make and not how much I bleed. Sometimes she calls Scythe to her bedroom, but she never calls me in there. I’m jealous of that and I shoot an angry glare at him. I don’t really hate him, but I now know my mom definitely loves him more than me. Dad is trying to make another baby with Lily, but it’s not working. I tried to tell him that they need to feed her more, but it only landed me a jab to the windpipe. Lily has stopped
