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“Every girl deserves something equally as pretty and deadly as they are,”
Perhaps I’ll relieve him of one of his hands, so he never has the opportunity to lay it on a woman again.
“Mark my words, Prince, I will be your undoing.” I lean in, ignoring the knife against my throat as I murmur, “Oh, darling, I look forward to it.”
This girl might be the death of me. Literally.
“Are you… braiding my hair?”
The Silver Savior.
“Too stubborn to ask for my help, Gray?” “No,” I say coolly. “Too strong to need it.” His next words are murmured close to my ear. “That’s what I like to hear.”
I like a challenge.
Well that just won’t do.
Especially because I wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours, darling.”
“That’s funny because I won’t hesitate to mess up your pretty face.”
“I knew you thought I was pretty.”
“I don’t want to fight your power—I want to fight you. Just you.”
“So, you just want me? No powers?”
“Yes. I just want you,”
“I knew you wanted m...
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she swings her elbow high at my face, making my head snap to the side when it connects with my jaw.
My grip on her arm loosens, and she spins out of my hold before throwing a right cross at the exact same spot on my jaw. Damn.
I hover over her with a smile, assuming the match is over. Wrong. She kicks me in the groin. Hard.
“Cheap shot, darling.”
“Looks like I messed up your pretty face after all, despite my best efforts.”
“You should see the damage I did to your pretty face.”
“Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a d...
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“impress me.”
Vicious little thing, indeed.
She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine. And I can feel myself drowning.
a cocky bastard.
A group of Ordinaries fighting against the king and the kingdom.
Right. I forgot that I’m diseased.
He’s hurt. And more importantly, why do I care?
Kitt.
He’s dead.
“Remind me to make you smile like that again, when you aren’t dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorize it.”
If I am to be her enemy, I want it to be because she loathes herself for wanting me.
“You’re right, you aren’t.”
“My soldiers don’t mean anything to me. They are expendable and easy to replace.” His chest heaves, his eyes locked with mine. “So, yes, Gray. You aren’t one of my soldiers.”
She’s so stunning, yet so stubbornly oblivious to how the sunset behind dulls in comparison to the vibrance that is her.
Distracting.
“Distraction.”
I spin her if only to give myself some time to think. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing. Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing. Not until I looked into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn’t seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is. “Blue,”
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He leans closer, eyes brimming with barely bottled-up emotions. “And I’ll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.”
“Thanks to you, I have a feeling I’m going to grow very familiar with it. Few have the power to make me plead.”
“I get to use you to keep me warm.”
Is this okay?
It’s more than okay.
“Sweet dreams, Pae.” “Sweet dreams, Kai.”

