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No one, not even Sin, deserves to be neglected by the one person who should be a lifetime guarantee for them.
Every fiber of my being wants to steer my horse into his, tackle him to the ground, and bleed his source from his body until he aches as much as I do.
Another growl, but the gravel in this one undoubtedly belongs to Sin. “Careful.”
“Perhaps in our time apart you have forgotten, Your Grace, but it’s not often I heed the warnings of men.”
“Will it hurt you to heal the wound?” I ask. He brings the cloth to my mouth and guides it between my teeth. “Only in spirit. It pains me to see you hurting, and especially at my hand.”
“I’m beginning to share in your dislike for bloodwitches, Blackheart.” The ends of his lips twist up, and his eyes darken as he inclines his head towards me. “Careful how you speak of them, little witch. I happen to be rather fond of one.”
“Well that was closer than I’d like,” I say with a sharp exhale. Sin chuckles softly. “I rather enjoy us being this close.”
The blade is under his chin half a second later. He smiles. He fucking smiles. “I’m getting mixed signals, love.”
“You may not fear his wrath, but I promise you this, male, you will fear mine.” Goddess above, I love her.
You didn’t create these problems on your own, but you are the sole cause of my undoing, and for that, I blame you wholeheartedly.”
In another life, that someone may have been me. But fate is a capricious, vicious thing. Almost as wicked as the man it's destined me to yearn for.
“I know I haven’t earned the right to your heart, but you stole mine long ago.”
The king who kneels for no one but is on his knees before me.
I slam my foot onto his shoulder, halting his climb. “I cannot promise to give you what you stripped from me long ago. You stole my heart many moons ago, and as hard as I tried to wrench it back, you kept it in your clutches. It is yours for now, Blackheart, but wrong me again, and it’ll be yours I devour.”
the pounding of our hearts our personal war drums as we fight for an uncertain future.
Warmth spreads through me at the slight upward tug of his lips. “Hi, beautiful. You came back to me.”
