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It was something very different to seduce the deadliest witch hunter of all: a cold, brutal soldier who wanted nothing more than to put the Crimson Moth to death.
“Cress was like that: pretty from a distance, tempting you closer. Like a fool, you were happy to approach.” He was staring at the space over Rune’s shoulder, his expression haunted. “It was only after she’d reeled you in that she revealed her true nature. But by then, it was too late.” He met Rune’s gaze. “She was already eating you alive.”
He stared at Rune, unsure if she was obtuse, or a master of deception.
As their gazes locked, Nan’s parched lips moved, whispering three small words. Words Rune didn’t deserve. I love you.
But it wasn’t only her physical attributes that had him spinning. It was her kindness. Her thoughtfulness. Her wildness. It was her willingness to argue with him. If he wasn’t careful, he might fall in love with her.
He was choosing her, she realized. This boy who saw exactly who she was—what she was—and didn’t care. Or rather: cared so much, he wanted to give her back what the revolution had taken.
The hunted had fallen for the hunter.
Alex wasn’t the strategic choice; he was the safe one. The boy she could be herself with. The boy she could actually share a life with—because he didn’t want her dead.
Rune kissed back, that small spark flickering inside her. A spark that would never get the chance to grow into a steady flame.
