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“I’ll show you the world, drakaina hjarta,” he growled, his lips brushing my ear, my skin prickling at the touch. “Nothing will ever be kept from you again.”
“I’m coming for you, rebel!” he roared, his words sending a tremor through me that caused a mixture of longing and fear. “And hear me now, slayer. If you have left a single scratch on her when I hunt you down, I will ensure you know the kind of agony that only exists in the merciless depths of the afterlife. There is no path treacherous enough to keep me from her.”
“Get your dick out of my face,” I exclaimed, clinging to his legs as I tried to steady myself. “Never heard that before. Most women can’t wait to get my dick in their face. Besides, you’re the one cuddling it.”
Warrior born and monster made…Moon Child walks the path of salvation. Erik Larsen walks the very same path. A monster must be made, Julius Elioson. It is time.
“I love you,” he rasped, but I knew it was a lie devised by Andvari, the god wielding his tongue for the purpose of his sick games.
“The answer to Andvari’s curse will be some terrible thing, I am certain of it. And I will not lose you,” he said tightly. “The first look you gave me struck a fire in my heart I’d long forgotten was there. The second stoked the flames. And every look since has turned that fire into a deadly force that sees me growing madder with every passing day. But in light of what I know now, I do not want you to want me back. I want you to despise me. To do what you do best, rebel, and goddamn rebel. Ignore everything I have asked of you. Ignore my demands, ignore all promises I forced you to make. Don’t
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“Promise me you will turn from me now, because if I have the chance to keep you, I will not be able to resist it,” he said, his brows pulling tightly together. “It’s too late for that,” I said, stepping forward and leaning up to brush my lips against his. “I’m part of this. Your curse is my curse too. Let’s end this together.”
“I think…I want you,” I whispered as if the gods themselves might be leaning close to steal away my secret and tell it to the world. “You think you want me?” he echoed back at me with a smirk. “Don’t be a dick.” I scowled and he released a light laugh that was filled with a joy I rarely saw in him. “Keep going, rebel. Your dirty talk is sublime.” I smacked his arm, but he just waited for me to continue. “I do want you,” I said more firmly,
“What I should have said is that you look radiant. Fucking bewitching. It’s how I’ve felt every time I’ve called you passable and all the times in between. But you don’t need this dress to steal my heart, rebel. You stole it with mascara running down your face, wearing nothing but tacky underwear.”
“By the gods…” Clarice gasped, grabbing Erik’s wrist. “It’s the rune of partnership.”
My heart tugged and I had the immediate urge to be closer to Erik, like a burning need inside me I could never sate. He nudged Clarice aside, grabbing my arm and yanking me into a world-altering kiss before I could even draw a breath.
