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August 19 - September 6, 2025
“Mot sewi yelkal,” she responded in Aarac. Death frees us from our previous selves.
“I love the shape of your mouth when you beg.” The delight in his voice was too much. “But don’t deny me those dark eyes of yours. They have a language of their own.”
“It’s a shame that when I finally find my potential equal, she cannot love herself enough to remain in this world.”
His strength seeped into her, and she tasted the immortal dark, wet and wanting her.
“I hate you, Susenyos.” His brows melted into reverence as if she’d told him the opposite. “As long as hating me leaves you on my lap, I can bear it. Hate me for eternity.”
“Try not to die, little bird. The house might just be unbearable without you.”
“The world loves to punish girls who dream in the dark. I plan to worship them.”