Storm of Secrets and Sorrow (Legacy, #2)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

“Fine. Done,” Theon retorted. “The Source bond will be severed, and a Match ceremony performed⁠—” “Between her and Luka,” Valter interrupted.

Oh!

Lightly clearing his throat, he asked, “How are you feeling? And I swear to Arius, if you say fine⁠—” “You’ll what?” Tessa muttered, turning the page. “Lock me in a wine cellar?”

Get him girl

“You don’t get to lock me in the dark, tell me you’d do it again, and then tell me I matter to you. You don’t get to whisper lies disguised as sweet words in a bid to win me over and get me to play nice. You don’t get to play on my emotions because you feel them now when you were too inept to understand them before. And you certainly don’t get to ask for my affection because you are jealous of Luka.”

“Or are you going to tell me that’s not what has you looking at her like she’s some shiny thing you need to take back to your cave?” Theon went on with a sneer. “I would never take her there,” Luka retorted. “Of course you would. It’s where you keep anything you find of value.” “I would never take her there because she hates the dark. But I suppose it’d be better than a godsdamn wine cellar, wouldn’t it?”

Theon is never gonna live that down, and im glad. Fucker.

She’d left him on his knees in the dark.

Almost like what you did to her in that cellar. Poetic, isnt it?

“I am not in the mood for your attitude of superiority, dear sister,” Tristyn

Wait-

“Are we really doing this, Cienna?” Tristyn sighed.

WHAT