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He grabbed my wrist, and an electric current raced through me. I jerked back, and he released me, looking down at his hand and then at my wrist.
“Sillah ovim rett warum.” The words sent tingles down my spine. I had no idea what they meant, but I could feel them start changing something. Something deep inside me, where my magic was. Something like… my soul.
“Deathjaws wants to know why your stomach growled so quickly after eating,” Bright said. “They starved me in the tower,” I admitted.
“She’s something of a legend among the fae. She fought fiercely alongside us for centuries but always refused to bond with any of us. None of the fae have even heard her speak before, as far as I know. When there are no battles to fight, she disappears, and no one can find her. Two decades ago, she vanished entirely. No one had seen her since then until today.” Well, that took me aback.
Death about Bright
“People would always say that she was waiting for her companion to be born. The assumption was that she must have a soul-deep connection with her companion, one that lasted beyond the veil separating us from the life before and the life after. But fae aren’t born anymore. We stopped procreating when the last of the mated pairs were murdered, shortly after my birth. Between the horror of that and everyone’s focus on the war, there haven’t been any new babies, so we didn’t know if she’d ever meet her companion.”
Death about Bright
“Why? I’d like to be at the top of her list when she decides who to spend the eclipse with.” He winked at me, and my smile grew. He found me attractive, despite the way I’d been starving and imprisoned and everything else. “It’s two and a half months away. I don’t think you need to start now,” Eisley drawled back. “Sure I do. Half the fae in Jirev already want to see what kind of plants Nissa grows when she climaxes.”
“She’s mine.” “I want her.” “My female.” “My mate.”
“Does a fire hurt by merely existing?”
“I’m telling you that you can’t hurt anyone by existing, little human. If someone is hurt by opinions that don’t belong to them, they are responsible for their own perceived pain.”
Fae do not live our lives with an intent to please anyone; we simply exist. No one is responsible for someone else’s peace of mind.”
“You don’t ever need to ask to give me pleasure. The answer is always yes.”
The twisted wolf shifter hunting Kierden was called the Beast of the Endless Wilds. The dragon shifter assassin was called the Demon of the Weeping Skies. Everyone despised dragons for their harshness and cruelty, so he was the one I’d be most afraid of. The Monster of the Aching Chasm had been a gargoyle before he was transformed.
There was fierce pleasure in providing something for my mate that no one else could. Fiercer than the thrill of any battle won or enemy defeated. Perhaps the fiercest joy I had ever felt. I held her tight and didn’t plan to let go until she forced me to.
If we didn’t have a future, what was I doing there at all? I couldn’t watch him mate with another woman and just be friends with him after everything we’d done and been through.
“Do not discount your own struggles because they sound less vicious than someone else’s.
“Kierden Jirev, King of the Fae, Overprotective Bastard of a Mate,” I drawled.
“Our assassins hunt through magical connections; that’s why your bond hides Kierden from the Beast. If you seal it, his magic will meld with yours and change permanently. The beast’s contract will dissolve, and he won’t be able to kill the king no matter how badly he wants to.”
“Soon, your thoughts will fade, and you’ll do nothing but feel. Prepare to embrace the insanity, Nissa Jirev. You’re my mate now; you’ll never spend an eclipse out of my arms again.”
