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“You could be the one to save us all, you know. It is why I put so much pressure on you.”
Hells. Wolf looked good on his knees. Especially when kneeling in front of me.
Lack of knowledge is just as deadly as the inability to fight.”
“Of course I was watching you. I couldn’t look away for a moment, even if I tried.”
“I won’t make you beg for me just yet, though I can’t say I haven’t pictured it.”
“Careful, Huntress. There are many things I could do to you with this dagger, but making you bleed is not one of them.”
“You haven’t seen me jealous yet, Huntress. If I were jealous, your little toy would be dead.”
in a softness I had never heard him speak in before, he said, “You are making me remember.”
do not know the violence that runs through my veins, begging to obliterate anyone who lays a hand on you.”
He bathed me. Like a worried, attentive lover, he washed the blood from my tainted skin. And for once in my life, I let him.
“Not all of us wear our scars on our face for all to see, Wolf. Some of us like to hide, as if that will make the pain go away.”
“Just because your back may hold these physical scars doesn’t mean you can’t rewrite that story, Huntress. You’re a fighter. These explain nothing if not that.”
Every sense of mine became aware of him: of his breathing, of his scent, of the soft breeze from his wings as he tucked them behind his shoulders.
The razor-sharp vampyre fangs protruding from his teeth. I gasped, stumbling backward. “He forced me to turn. He used dark magic from the archangels and forced me to be his sacrifice. But angels are of a pure bloodline, and vampyres are not.”
“Why tell me you’re a vampyre when you know what I am? You know what I do, Wolf! You know what I was trained for my entire life, what I was trained to kill!”
“If you have to kill me, kill me. I deserve much worse than death at your hands, Huntress.”
“How am I supposed to look at you, beautiful and tragic, and shove this blade into your chest? How am I supposed to kill you when you’re the only fucking person who’s made me feel—”
He was a beautiful predator, hidden in plain sight.
I let the darkness come. I often felt strongest in its depths, anyway.
“Look at me while I devour you,” he muttered as he pulled back. “I want you to remember who gives you this pleasure, Huntress. Me.” He licked me again, slowly and torturously. “Only me.”
“Get the princess,” the angel ordered. “It seems we have a lot to catch up on.”
Hold up what??!!
“You are the heir to the vampyre throne, the new Queen of Scarlata Empire.”
