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September 8, 2024 - April 12, 2025
I heard once that if you are angry about something, it was really because you were sad about it. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t. All I knew was that I was always angry, but if I let myself think about the reason why, I would cry until my tears drowned every bird in the sky.
Copper-tasting saliva coated my tongue, and the tears remained in their bastille. Bleeding for me already?
I didn’t give a shit what her name was. Mine was the only name she deserved.
She was a goddess.
I shuddered, feeling my smoke dance across her skin. She liked the feel of it. It reminded her of me.
I told her she would never, ever be free from me, and I fucking meant it. Whether she had killed me or not, I would have returned to haunt her—and that’s exactly what I planned to do.
She thought I was awful when I hated her. She’s about to learn just how horrible I am in love with her.
As soon as I spoke, a shiver trickled down my spine like phantom fingers raking over my skin.
“Because I know you like no one else in this world will ever know you. Because I know you grieve him. As much as you will deny it, I saw you two together. You were falling in love with him and had to take his life.”
“He would have killed you eventually, Calypso. But of course he loved you. He would have been a fool not to, and Mendax was many awful, terrible things, but a fool was not one of them.”
“You should really stop that, Calypso. I’ve had a lot of time on my hands to miss this body of yours,” he stated in something of a command and a whisper.
“Never in my immortal life have I ever wanted anything more than I want to feel you under me right now, pet, but I am not a gentle, benevolent man. I have hurt others I barely desired, killed others because of my lack of control; others, I haven’t wanted a modicum as much as I crave you,” his voice whispered across my neck. “I won’t allow myself inside of you in that way until I can control myself enough to know you will still remain with me forever. Unharmed.”
“As frequently as I have been getting off to the mere thought of you, love, I would fuck you into the dirt under this castle,” he groaned into my neck before grabbing my wrist roughly and stopping my massaging hand. “And you’re very, very wrong. I do want to hurt you. I plan on it. Why do you think I’m here?”
Like the rope of a noose pulling tight and strong, our connection was unwavering.
“Fuck, Caly. I would die for you all over again if it meant I got to watch you in this moment,”
“You shouldn’t have left me then, Calypso. Maybe then I could be a bit more gentle. I wouldn’t have spent so many hours thinking about all the things I would do to you once I found you. How much I’d make you hurt. How hard I would fuck you.”
“Just before your heart stopped beating, Eli infused you with his power. His Seelie royal powers. It is forbidden in all realms of faerie to disrupt what the Fates have decided, and what’s worse”—Tarani struggled to get the words out—“is now Eli’s life is tied to yours and vice versa. Should one of you be killed, the other will also die.” Her voice cracked on the last words.
I couldn’t help but think, for as in love with me as Mendax said he was and as unhinged as he was, what would he have done to Saracen, Eli, and Tarani if he were still alive? He would have decimated them for hurting me. What an irony that the only person to ever truly be on my side, I had killed.
“You’re—you’re dead,” I forced out breathily, trying to jump-start my brain into action. Something was happening in my chest with his closeness and the realization that he wasn’t gone forever. “Only on the inside,” he whispered across my skin, hovering his lips just above where my neck and shoulder met.
Aurelius confused me. Caly seemed to actually like him, even be close with him. For that alone, he would suffer severely. I’d never had feelings like this before. I didn’t know what to do with them, but I did know even the most minuscule thought of her finding joy in the company of another male made me yearn to pull the veins from someone.
“I need her, Walter. I’m inescapably in love with her.”

