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And there, right beside her, sat Malyr’s anoa… … preening her damaged feathers.
“Nobody can know who you truly are but yourself.”
“The goddess?” “Your mother,” she said. “The fate Lilieth.”
“You were not supposed to live past the age of nine.” A shake of her head. “It is not for us to question fate, let alone interfere.
“You, Galantia, are Malyr’s fated mate. You were supposed to die together in Valtaris under boulders and shadows, with your little hand clasped inside his the way—”
But that was before… Before I’d had her blood on my lips, her scars between my teeth, her throat in my clasp, her moans in my ear, her reddened ass beneath my palm, her tongue gliding along my blade, her cunt tightening around my cock in pleasure and pain. It was before she’d spent cold winter mornings on my lap at my desk, the both of us wrapped in a blanket, practicing her gods-awful handwriting. That was before I fell in love with her…
I want my crown by summer.” For that, I needed to bond.
“Never do…?” Well, shake my tail feathers and call me a peacock, in what kind of reality had he been living over these last months?
Yet, for years, all you told me was what a fool I was. So irresponsible. A drunk. Useless. How you should never have allowed me to court your daughter. And I believed it.” Every. Single. Word.
“Hear me, Galantia. No matter where you go, no matter what form you take, I will find you. You cannot outrun me. You cannot outfly me. Every path you tread, be it north, east, south, or west, I will chase after because… you… are… mine.”
“Deception’s most profound irony is how it can make the realest truths look like the greatest deceits.”
“What is she?” What I’d always hoped she would be. My very own void.
“That kiss was long overdue, and there will be a lot more in the future, if you’ll have me. But just for the record, because I’m not going to risk your doubt again over three fucking words,” he tugged the back of my head, pulling my mouth back to his as he rasped, “I love you.”
“The illusion of choice is a comforting lie that we succumb to while fate guides our every step.
“Every morning, he brought one of his feathers to the shrine at the Winged Keep in offering. ‘Please make my mate a void,’ he prayed. ‘My very own void, who will relieve me of my shadows.’”
It took a good man to take care of a woman, but only the best would recognize what she truly needed, even if it meant embracing what he couldn’t provide.
“I might not be able to bond myself to you, but I want you to know that I’m yours until the end… whenever that might be. I will forever treasure you. I will forever provide for you. I will forever fly with you. I will forever care for you.”
“If there’s love in this pain, then I want it. I just don’t want there to be any pain in this love.”
