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Jude rolled his eyes. “Come on, heathen, let’s get some rest before I change my mind and show you all the ways I’d like to keep you up.”
When I’d asked Grandmother about the sun when I was a young girl, all she’d told me was, “You cannot covet what you do not know.” And now that I’d tasted but a hint of happiness, I feared I would miss it when it was inevitably taken from me.
My goddess of war was so very docile in her sleep.
I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t dreamed of the sun or the dark shadows that eventually stole it away. And I knew my peaceful sleep was due to the stunning creature in my arms—one crafted of both strength and ethereal lightness. She chased my demons away.
I was so close to telling her no, prepared to have her curse my name. I would have taken every slur, every blow, because her hating me would have been better than the alternative; Kiara being killed at the hands of these monsters.
She is too wild and too untamed. I fear that after the attack, there is not much I can do for her. She is touched by so much darkness, and I do not have faith in the prophecy you sun priests whisper about. Truth be told, she’s likely a lost cause. As is our world. Letter from Micah to unknown recipient, year 46 of the curse
My skin crawled and prickled, the air in my lungs charged with that familiar spark, and a coldness crept down my body, sentient wisps of black dancing at my feet for the second time in my life. The first time happened mere days ago when I’d been cornered and on the cusp of having my throat sliced clean open. The darkness that had always thrived inside of me had rushed to the surface and reacted. The shadows had saved my life. Then, I’d lied to Jude, too afraid of exposing the truth. I knew exactly what had happened when the masked creatures burst into ash. I had happened.
Onyx clouds encircled me as I moved, the darkness spilling free. As much as I despised what I’d become, who I was, the shadows I’d suppressed would be my salvation, and I tore off my gloves with a fierce growl. Only monsters could defeat monsters.
The night was aflame.
I will not come for our son. He is exactly where he is meant to be. Trust me in this, and do not write me again. Letter from unknown sender to Jack Maddox, year 38 of the curse
The sun, bright in the sky, the world cast in a golden glow. Two lovers on a mountainside, professing their love. Them meeting at midnight. A blade glinting beneath the moon. Orbs of light dancing into the heavens, followed by a scream of heartbreak.
Patrick reached into his jacket and plunged a dagger into her chest.
“You saved me. Kiara Frey. You are the only light I will vow to protect.”
Love is not the absence of self, but rather, the absence of fear, For only the brave drop their armor and walk onto a battlefield with their hearts exposed.
Besides, no one could kill a shadow.
