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“Every girl deserves something equally as pretty and deadly as they are,”
“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.”
But she’s made it abundantly clear on what she wishes us to be: competition. Enemies. And more importantly, why isn’t that what I want as well?
“Plagues, Kai, don’t scare me like that!” I blink. It’s the first time she’s called me by my name, and I realize then that I could get used to the sound of it rolling off her tongue.
“Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.”
he says, “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.”
I hear a male voice muttering panicked words. “If you die, I’m going to kill you.”
“I’m going to ask again. Who did this to you?” My hand is still gripping her chin, her strong jaw, as she holds my gaze and says, “Why do you care?” Then she’s laughing bitterly, the sound vibrating under my fingers. “Because I don’t tolerate my toys being played with.” She is going to hate that. “Your what—?” She stops, her eyes smoldering, her temper rising. “Is that what you think I am? Some toy you can play with?” “Yes. And clearly quite a fragile one at that.” Plagues, if I wasn’t already going to hell, I am now.
And now I forever want her name on my lips and rolling off my tongue until I’m drunk on the taste and sound of it.
If I am to be her enemy, I want it to be because she loathes herself for wanting me.
“Us. I like the sound of that, don’t you?”
Kitt will make a great king. And I will be his killer.”
She’s so stunning, yet so stubbornly oblivious to how the sunset behind dulls in comparison to the vibrance that is her. What the hell is wrong with me.
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.
Helpless. Powerless.
“And I’ll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.”
I count the faint freckles dusting her nose. Once. Twice. Twenty-eight.
I can’t do it anymore. I can’t stop myself from wanting this. Wanting her. I shift closer, her lips part, and— And there is something digging into my throat. What the hell— She has the damn shoe pressed against my neck.
PAE PLS LET THIS MAN LOVE YOU
Because beasts don’t get the beauty.
“I don’t know that I ever lived before laying eyes on the likes of you.”
the definition of yearnng
“What do you want to call me?” “I want to call you mine.”
“This is not a goodbye… only a good way to say bye until I see you next.”
Noooo plz
Her sewing hands. Her talented fingers. Broken. Then they broke her.
I’m suddenly back in my old home, hidden behind a cracked door as I watch a sword plunge into my father’s chest. The sword held by a boy with wavy black hair, a boy with gray eyes full of fear, a boy who just became a murderer.
“Run, Paedyn. Because when I catch you, I will not miss. I will not falter. I will not make the mistake of feeling for you.”
