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“Yeah, you wouldn’t want a lame mate as well as a stupid one, would you?”
Funny, I’m not sure I want to kill her anymore. My little rabbit, slipping from the fox’s jaw. No, I want to own her. Own her like this knife.
“That one was for you, little rabbit,” I whisper. “All for you.” I glance down at the body. Should I send her his heart in a box? Too much? Probably. I need to find some other way to tell her.
There’s far more beauty in the broken, in the damaged, than there ever was in the perfect, in the complete, in the whole. Is that why? Is that why she was destined for me?
“Hello, little rabbit,” a voice calls out from the kitchen, low and sinister. A voice that has me freezing on the spot. “I’ve been hoping we’d meet again.”
“Crimson magic,” he says with awe, like he’s seen something truly angelic. “Fuck me.”
“See, I told you. Once you pop you can’t stop.” “Pop what exactly?” “Your virginity.” “Oh god,” I say, covering my face with my hands.
They always said I had the attention span of a flea. But that only applies to the things that bore me. The things that interest me, you know, like stalking, killing, torturing, hey, I’ve got unbridled attention for those things.
They both shake their heads. “Then–” “You’re our core.” “Core?” “Like the spokes on a wheel. You are our core.”
“No, I have a desire to share my mate with her other fated partner. With my best friend. With a man I’ve always known would share my fate.” “What?” “Phoenix and I have always shared a connection. A platonic connection,” he adds quickly, seeing my eyebrows rise up my forehead. “I knew if I ever found my fated mate, that mate would be Phoenix’s too.”
“You’re not in charge, Summer Clutton-Brock. You’re a bully and a bitch. And if you ever touch me again, I will mess up that pretty face of yours so badly you’ll weep every time you look in the mirror.”
“Spencer, you had hundreds of people cheering out there for you today, chanting your goddamn name. Who cares if I was there or not?” “I care,” he says, holding my eyes, his chestnut gaze softening. “I wanted you there.”
He growls, the noise low and rumbling in his chest. I stare at him, that earlier thought from the match flitting through my mind again. Wolf. I shake my head.
