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Whitney Dean
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July 22 - July 25, 2024
You are about to enter the world of a feisty, bloodthirsty witch and an assassin with a drinking problem—until he becomes addicted to something far deadlier. Her.
It was only the silence surrounding us, and how could silence be so loud?
Until this moment, this second, I hadn’t realized that I had been looking for her my entire life.
“Straighten your crown, dear girl. Face those who don’t believe in you with pride in who you are.
Don’t bottle up, and don’t feel guilty for feeling any of it,”
“Soul mates and twin flames are rare; they’re destined to be together.”
“Soul mates can be anyone. A friend, a lover, someone you met briefly.”
“Twin flames are two halves of one soul. There’s an intense connection that can’t be replicated. There’s pain associated with flames, both people mirroring one another. When you find your twin, you can’t be apart from them without going a little mad.”
“Twin flame,” I said. “I think she’s my twin flame.” And if they were such a rarity, I was determined to do nothing but treasure her.
“You’re my heaven.” He found my collarbone. “You’re my hell. And I want to burn in you.”
And as he lifted his head to look into my eyes, I realized the dungeon was currently holding the most terrifying creatures it ever would—a monster and his little beast.
The Witch Who Was would be the title of my book to stow away on library shelves, the history of the fallen queen, once so young and powerful, who gave up entirely.
Because the pain was always the one to survive.
I had always believed myself to be impenetrable. Leave it to a feisty, stubborn witch with multiple personalities to prove me wrong.
“He has a knack for finding abandoned things,” I whispered, unable to stop staring at the exact spot where he had disappeared, his scent still lingering on every inch of my body.
I touched my lips to hide my roguish grin. “He’s a hunter, Cade. And I, his prey.”
“You are every breath, every whisper, every dream, every nightmare,” he continued hoarsely, “The ghost of you will forever haunt me—the ghost of what could be.”
Before I closed my eyes, another star shot past. “Wish for something, baby.” I started to drift, but before I fell into a deep sleep, I could’ve sworn I heard him say, “You.”
“The moon has nothing on you, my love.”
“Raven, all you need to know is that love isn’t adequate enough to describe how I feel about you and that my soul will follow you from lifetime to lifetime. Isn’t that enough?” He said it so casually, like he wasn’t promising to seek me out in every universe from now until the end of time. “While some women might think it is, I want more.”
“You always love me best in the dark,” I whispered. “Because you are my light.”
“Mm, sure, you look like you’re really breaking a sweat there,” he replied. “I am literally keeping you alive right now. All that stands between you and the deep, dark sea is little ol’ me. The least you could do is braid my hair.”
“He’s angry because I am so in love with you, and he knows I will never be able to give him that. I do love him, but you,”—I began tracing his face with my fingertips—“you are the feeling I get when new flowers bloom. You are the sound of trees in my forest.” He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. “You are flames in my palms, warming my entire body.” I touched the tip of his nose with mine. “You are the taste of rum coating my tongue. You are what awakens me when I smell pine. You Are. You surround me, Zeke.”
Her head rolled back, her lips parting, and the fact that I could do this to her was unfathomable.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are when you’re here, but you will remain mine. Your shadows are mine.”
