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The primal need to survive made even the weakest of mice fight with all the fury of a god. When your back was against the wall, you found out what your soul was made of, and I’d learned long ago that mine had been forged in fire and ferocity.
My dad may have been a powerful, savage man when he wanted to be, but he was also just a man. And in this world, men sat firmly below vampires on the food chain.
The hatred I felt for the creatures who owned us was a poison which stained my soul, my hunger for vengeance and justice a wicked thing that writhed beneath my skin, left to fester there with no hope of an outlet for it.
Even the blackest of nights hold a glimmer of starlight.
It was all very fucking civilised, apparently. An empire built on organised cruelty. And I dreamed of tearing that empire down, brick by merciless brick, to watch them all fall.
Fantasy was my favourite way to escape this world, but life always dragged me back kicking and screaming.
“If this is kismet, then I’ve never known such a clear sign – the stars are practically screaming at us to change our destiny. Short of one of them tearing down to earth and making a deal with us in person, I don’t think they could send us a better signal to do this,”
We were bound even more deeply than simple blood. Twins couldn’t keep secrets from each other, even if we tried.
Relationships just gave you someone else to love and lose.
He was fearless. Utterly, entirely without fear.
If he didn’t want to give me his name, then I’d give him one myself. Like Asshole or He-who-doesn’t-talk or Arrogant-jerk or Fucking Shawn or Phillip....
Dad once said ‘when life gives you lemons, squeeze ‘em, throw in some vodka, add some sugar and you’ll have yourself a half decent ducktail’.
“I’m the girl who will make your life a living hell if you choose her,”
If his word was to be believed then he was a legend returned to life, and I had the feeling the world itself had taken note of his awakening.
If there was one thing that could make you forget your problems for a while, then it was looking your own death in the face and saying fuck you.
If you're not wearing this by the time I knock on your door this morning, you're going to meet my angry side. And no, you haven't met him yet. Your humble ruler, Prince Erik.
“If you wish to be a prisoner, rebel, then a prisoner you shall be. But be warned, for I know how to be the cruellest kind of captor, and you will rue the day you challenged me.”
