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It takes me all of two seconds to decide that I reject her rejection.
“She has mine,” Crypt speaks for the first time as he gazes in the direction Maven went.
"Real fucking mature, Professor Snowflake.
"A competition between the four of us isn't a bad idea. What if we make a wager?”
This is going to bite them in the ass
I'm still not over the time you needlessly tricked me into downing a glass of kraken ink." "That wasn't needless. It was for science."
"I was seven years old, and it left me traumatized, blind, and sick as fuck for two months. It's a miracle I got my sight back. The healer said a legacy from a weaker bloodline would have died." "And now I ...
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"Then, since it’s your idea, you can track down that freak and tell him about our little wager. I'm going to go hunt something so my dragon doesn’t kill the first person to look at me wrong, and then I’m going to find my mate.”
I’m already hating when she finds out.
“If it isn't the smug little hex-happy witch bitch.” "In the flesh.
"That's it. Lift the damn hex." "Not until Kenzie tells me to. She gets to decide when you've atoned for making her cry herself to sleep on more than one occasion."
I never claimed I was Prince fucking Charming. It's just that she can be so…Kenzie, and I didn't want to deal with it. I didn’t know how to deal with everything I felt around her. I thought it would be easier to just—” "Do I look like your shrink?" I interrupt.
“Hex-happy witch bitch has a nice ring to it. Why change it?”
Listen, Minerva, you're going to lift this hex right the fuck now because–" "Because you feel entitled to a woman now that you've been matched to her?"
Either way, I don't care, so drop it. I'm not removing the limp dick hex until Kenzie tells me to. Grovel to her, not me."
Marry me.
the Nightmare Prince. Who promptly turns around and offers me the gleaming, bloodied fang he just snapped right out of the vampire's mouth.
Crypt arches a dark brow. He looks like a deadly, sultry dream, one corner of his mouth pulling up in a crooked grin. "Don't you want it, darling?"
He should be punished more for daring to bare his fangs at you. Maybe I'll slip it under his pillow later like a backward, fucked-up tooth fairy.
Would you like that?" Very much. His offer is appealing, but he can’t know that.
prepare to be disappointed.” “Nothing about you disappoints me. You’re brilliantly unexpected.”
Amazing. Already love him.
I feed on dreams. I wonder what yours taste like." Probably like shit.
Godsdamn it. These men are like a bad rash.
“I just want to make sure my adorably spooky little mate has eaten.”
Oh, my gods. They have no idea how to handle being rejected, do they?
Endearing? Me? I almost laugh out loud. She's too nice to everyone, but especially to me.
“You’re a master of hiding your emotions, and you say as little as possible, but actions speak louder than words. I know the real you. It won't take long for your guys to see the real you, too, no matter how you try to hide it.”
The moment the door shuts behind her, I crumble to my knees, clutching at my chest. Now that I'm not fighting it, the pain lances outward from my torso—almost like the center of my body is being sucked through the eye of a needle.
The other voices in my head agree. If you don’t get to him first, he’ll rip you to shreds.
“If they were more like me, we’d all kill each other within a week.” He tries to laugh it off like I’m joking. Never mind the fact that I can’t lie, even in jest.
Especially because I’m positive she isn’t competitively ranked here at Everbound, so she’s likely not skilled with magic.
I can hardly help it. She has such a unique type of beauty—subtle yet complex.
Just the idea of someone outside our quintet sniffing around Maven, taking up her time, eyeing my keeper…my jaw clenches.
“Slowly and painfully, or so I was told. How did yours die?”
“Most of them killed each other,” I quietly confess. “Including my parents.” In front of me. When I was thirteen.
I’m sure that’s the answer you were testing against.” Impressive…and perceptive.
Maven turns away to run her gloved hand softly over the ferns. I’ve never been jealous of plants before,
“Even knowledge of the driest of subjects can be a useful weapon when least expected.” Maven turns to study me with her first hint of genuine curiosity.
she doesn’t flinch or try to fill the quiet with small talk. She’s steady. Immovable. Stubborn. Beautiful.
I make no move as she leaves the greenhouse, but the longer I stand here, the more it sinks in. My paranoia was silent the entire time we were alone.
No thoughts of her trying to kill me, no jumping at shadows, no hearing voices. “Intriguing,” I murmur to myself.
Baelfire’s smile is dazzling. “There’s my Boo.” “I’m not your anything. You’re in my seat.” He points at his face and winks. “I’ve got a better one right here for you.” Fucking dragon.
Baaaahahahahhahahahaaa
I’m excited to see what you’ve got hidden up those adorably oversized sleeves.”
Inconvenient, but whatever. I’m nothing if not adaptable.
forget. I won’t pry or ask uncomfortable questions—cross my heart that now only beats for you.”
“Are all the Decimuses this annoying?” “The word you’re looking for is charming. And nope. I’m one of a kind, and now I’m all yours.”
Souls don’t come back from the Beyond—not even the gods,
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“Why dead?” “Because when they shrivel up, they resemble tiny human skulls.” It’s surprisingly difficult to keep from laughing at the expression that crosses his face—a mix of taken aback, confusion, amusement, and something like concern.
“I fucking love that my mate is secretly a little on the kooky side.” More than a little.
All together spooky. The Adam’s family. 🫰 🫰
Fine by me. If they’re not friends, that makes breaking up our quintet easier.
Bael follows with a quiet laugh. “You’re so damn cute.” “No. I’m not.” “You’re like an adorable little raincloud.
I glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, the air ripples to reveal the Nightmare Prince leaning against the nearest wall. His lips curl up into a pleased smirk as if he’s flattered that I can sense his presence. “What a keen keeper I have,” he murmurs.
“I. Am. Not. Your. Keeper. So fuck off.” Crypt and Silas both look mildly amused, and Baelfire openly grins. “I love hearing you swear with that pretty little mouth.”
She’s so fucked
