Till Death (The Never Sky, #1)

by Miranda Lyn

But wishes were for dreamers, and my dreams conjured nightmares.

Tears filled my eyes, and I could not wipe them away. I couldn’t move. Only feel the burn of our bond pulsing in my wrist, telling my heart, no matter the history between us, that man was mine. If only for these few precious moments before reality returned. He was a disaster. But so was I.

He should have been ugly. Monsters always were. Though Death was just as beautiful, and he was the greatest monster of all.

“You’d have to get on your fucking knees and beg for it. And even then, I’d rather see you devoured by a hellhound.”

“There she is.” His fingers tightened until I could hardly swallow. “I wondered when you’d come out to play, Nightmare.”

Hell, I don’t think I’m supposed to want you, but here we are, and I can’t help the way my heart fucking aches for you.”

“There are days when I wish you would draw that pretty blade from your side and slide it right into my heart because I think it would hurt less than wanting you and telling myself I can’t have you.”

“Why can’t you have me? Am I not enough?” “I am not enough. You are the stars and the storm, Wife. Somehow, you’re both peace and destruction. Nightmare and a daydream. You’re hell and home. Fear and solace. Slumber and panic. Kindness and rage. Light is easy to love, but I’ve seen your darkness, and I want that, too. I crave it. I want to fucking drown it in. But how does any man live up to that? Deserve that?”

“Yes,” he said quietly. Fiercely. “And I think it’s you, the way you consume me. You are the darkness.” I shook my head, smiling. “No, Husband. I am the abyss that calls to your shadows, the tempest that matches your storm. We are not mere darkness, we are the symphony of our scars.”

“You’ve always made me feel like more than what I am. Thank you.”

“This marriage is only getting started, Wife. I won’t see it end before I have a chance with you.”

“That one soul is the purest love I’ve ever known,” I whispered, tears falling freely. His eyes lingered on the hourglass. “Me, too, Little Dove.”

Orin’s power had already killed them. Because not only had he come, he’d shattered the world to get to me.

I whipped a tiny blade from my bandolier, and it landed right between his legs. “I fucking dare you.”

“Dey,” Orin whispered, darkness gone but full of fear, brows knit together. “I’m here. I’m with you.”