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He’s going to catch me. He’s going to kill me.
His white hair falls over his forehead and his gray eyes hardly blink against the harsh wind. His jaw is sharp, his brows as dark as my own hair. He’s unfairly beautiful—hauntingly so.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
are Fernestians all psychotic freaks?
I don’t know this man and yet my soul begs to differ.
I lean up and bury my teeth into his neck. I’ve always advocated for biting for defensive reasons, and it works.
“Bad news, you’re mine now, sweetheart. My Shadow claimed you, so I’m home now.”
You’re fucking delusional.”
A sharp pain spreads through my stomach. His chest presses against my spine and my eyes flick down to where it hurts. Where I’m fucking bleeding. His dagger is buried in my abdomen.
Fernestia, the war-bent northern nation, has been pushing further into the south. They’ve already long since conquered Lamnah and Cyprin—now they want Heirah, with Tornfret to surely follow.
“I’ve been invited to join my father in the war.”
I want to punch his beautiful face and shake him because he can’t actually be considering this, right?
I want to throw up, kick him in the nuts, and scream in the woods until someone slaps sense into me.
My heart breaks a bit more with each step he takes. He’s choosing war over us. His father over me.
Fuck love.
I’m an adult now, I can’t pity myself like this.
I saw the way she looked at me, the heartbreak in her eyes…
Why can’t I just… exist?
Why is interacting with people so fucking exhausting?
“Are you saying I’m going to die?”
“Sir… this one is a… a Solas.”
I’m in his lap, which is entirely unsettling because this male is everything I resent in the world and he tried to kill me… did kill me…
You called me delusional, remember, sweetheart? Fuck around, find out,”
Mild wounds? He fucking STABBED me.
“Elias,” he mumbles in my ear. Then he presses his lips against the top of my head like Finn always used to.
He’s ruinous—his cold, callous expression sends fear through my veins but the heat that dances between our skin makes my throat dry.
“Elias—my name is Elias,”
“I told you—I’m home to you now.”
It sucks that she was given a powerful Shadow. Worse still that mine is obsessed with hers, but at least she’s interesting. I’ve always liked a girl with some fight in her.
She’s soft—if I don’t toughen her up, who will? I refuse to be stuck with someone as weak-willed as she is. Fuck me. If she wants to see her dead parents, so be it. Kids need to learn lessons.
She fucking smiles at me. My heart literally skips a beat and Velis swirls in my veins like a rush of morphine. I keep my jaw from dropping, but my eyes widen with everything she sends through me. It’s new. I hate new things. But I don’t hate her.
I don’t think you’re as bad as you try to play at being.” I roll my eyes. “No, I definitely am—I was going to kill you.”
Kid, I might keep you.
Why is there an overly attractive man lying next to me in my bed.
His voice is so nonchalant, like announcing death is an everyday thing for him.
Keep me. Fuck, I thought he’d have lost interest in me by now.
“Did you have a spare outfit in your bag just in case you spilled your sanity on them?
“Velis is my Shadow.”
Sweat collects on my spine and my jacket suddenly feels too warm as my nerves eat at me. What can I say, I have social anxiety.
Alani beams, a little too brown-noser-ish for my liking.
“You make it sound like we’re in this for shits and giggles.” “Honestly, I don’t have anything to live for anymore. Not after what I lost back home.”
All I have is misery festering within my heart.
I’ll never stop, not until I find what I’ve lost.
We’re different in that sense. Two men who see different skies. I wonder if we’ll ever perceive them the same way.
“But big ol’ Commander Roy and his friend Kallos, the pyromaniac, are another story.”
“Dude, keep it down. You don’t want to be pretty dust too, do you?”
“Can you give me a break? My fucking entire village has been massacred, psycho.”
What the hell is wrong with him!? I glare up at him through hot tears. The asshole is fucking smiling at me. Fernestian trash.
“You can just leave me here. You don’t need to kill me, you psycho fucking freak.”
“I’m not asking again. What’s wrong with you?” He eyes me like he genuinely can’t figure it out. I hate this man with everything in my being. “Where do I start? I’m not riding that thing, I really fucking hate you, and you broke my leg two minutes ago.”
