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I thought this was the best tactic. Coming clean about the bet and trying to create distance any way I could. But seeing that brief agony on her face is a thousand times worse than I expected, and I choke. “I take it back. I’m sorry—”
I just hope that maybe she’ll forgive me when the time is right. When I can finally adore her the way I can’t afford to right now. Dear gods, I hate this.
Yeah. This was a bad idea!
I would never admit to the others how much their hatred has always hurt.
I’m so damn tired of keeping up my cold facade. I want our quintet more than I’ve ever wanted anything. But that’s exactly what my curse will ruin.
Sigh. This is just. Annoying. Tbh.
even if it does work out, I’m not sure they’ll ever get over hating me. The prophecy I got from the gods never specified that.
So when he reaches toward me to manhandle me, I break his hand in four places, punch his throat to collapse his trachea, kick him aside, and leave him crumbled on the ground, fighting for breath while I snatch the security card from his pocket and slip through the VIP door.
Instantly, a buzz fills my veins, and I take a deep breath. This is what I needed.
“Do you even know who I am? How dare you fucking attack me! I’m going to—” “Less talking. I’m getting bored.”
“I wanted them. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, which is a hell of a fucking lot, by the way. But now, I need to forget I ever wanted them. I need to forget I was ever stupid enough to fall for competitive, heartless legacies.”
Letting them in, even briefly, was my fault. And now I’m paying the price of naiveté. It won’t happen ever again.
“Shut up and give me the powder, Melchom.” He makes an inhuman hissing sound and darts his gaze around. “Stop, stop, stop. No more using my name, okay?
“Huh, that’s not a bad threat. D’ya mind if I steal that one the next time I talk to good ol’ Kevin?” “Knock yourself out.”
Make us your weapons, darling, and no one will stand a chance against our quintet. Let us be yours. Damn them for using such pretty words to ruin me like this.
Once I’m done here, they’ll never see me again. I can’t comprehend why they would try to talk to me at all. They got what they wanted from me already. They should go argue about their bet and let me slip away forever.
once I stab the amulet with the nightshade root powder that nulls its powers, I’ll end him and be done with it.
They’re relying on you. Don’t fail. You were literally made for this.
The unkillable mage is dead. But I didn’t do it. What the fuck?
Oh. This isn’t Kenzie at all. It’s a changeling.
just before nothingness claims me, I’m looking up into my own face. And then I’m gone.
A raw cry rips from my throat, and I pull her against me, panic streaking through my system when I see the blood soaking her chest, her hand, her stomach—gods above, it’s everywhere.
How am I supposed to exist now? I’m going to destroy the entire godsdamned world for taking her away from me.
Alive. Somehow. It makes no sense, but she’s alive, and that’s all I can think about.
“Where does it hurt? Who did this to you?” Whoever it was, I’ll rip them to pieces in every possible way. I’ll end them and feed whatever remains of their carcass to the monsters in Everbound Forest.
“That…my deaths don’t stick.” My deaths don’t stick.
