More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
freedom. I steeled myself and willfully disobeyed his direct order, crawling up into his lap instead. He stiffened beneath me, and his hand clenched so tightly around the crystal glass that it groaned beneath his punishing grip. Straddling him, I laid a hand on each shoulder and met his eyes defiantly. “You’ve never regretted anything you’ve done to me before, so I don’t see why you would start now.”
“That’s not true, Lilith.” His voice was so low I felt it in my bones. “I regret a great deal of what I have done to you.” I suddenly felt like my heart was in my throat.
If I didn’t know any better, I would say his eyes were welling with tears. His Adam’s apple dipped again as if he were swallowing past a painful lump in his throat. I reached up and rubbed my thumb over his bloodied cheek, and this time, he didn’t pull away. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, letting out a shuddering breath.
“You are mine, Lilith. If I want to keep you in this room and spoil you until you fucking rot, I will.”
“Are you telling me that after only two hours of freedom, you’re already itching to spend the day with me again?”
“Sure, deathtrap. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He pulled me into him and kissed me softly on the lips, massaging his fingers up the back of my neck as he did. The metallic tang of blood flooded my mouth, and I unintentionally let out a tiny moan, causing him to smirk against me. “I love it when you make that sound,”
“I think I deserve to know whose blood you seemed to have bathed in, considering you’re technically my husband.” He towered over me, tracing the pad of his middle finger over the ridge of my collarbone. He looked down at me, his eyes shining with mirth and the corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m not technically your husband, Lilith. I am your husband.”
“Fine. Don’t tell me,” I muttered, and he chuckled softly. “I won’t.” He looked down at me, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead, he said something that made my heart stop in my chest. “Thank you,” he whispered, and I cocked my head to the side. “For what?” “For trying to cheer me up. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I love it when you look at me like that.” “Like what?” I asked, frowning. “Like you might actually miss me when I’m gone.”
“I promise that unless they hurt you first, I will never kill another person you have not asked me to kill.”
“Do you need me to tell you all the things I love about you? Because I will.” I stared at him, unable to respond. The corner of his lip lifted, though his eyes remained sad. “Well, for one, I love how much you like to cook. Especially from scratch. You like to set up little stations and make perfect little pasta because it gives you something to do with your hands and allows you to escape the thoughts in your mind.” He reached up and stroked the side of my face tenderly, brushing a thumb over the gentle swell of my tear-stained cheek. “I love how hard you work. When you put your mind to
...more
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
“I love that you like scary movies and TV shows. You like the classics, but your favorite director is Mike Flanagan. You’ve seen all of his Halloween specials multiple times, and you love working out the underlying messages hidden beneath all the horror. You do this because you believe there’s a lesson to be learned, no matter how bad things get. You fiercely believe that if you look hard enough for a positive, you’ll find it there staring you straight in the face.”
“I love how fucking smart you are. You found a way to gain an advantage against Yahweh without any background knowledge in a matter of days. Your mind is incredible,” he murmured, placing a tender kiss on my lips. “Mmm,” I hummed against him, and I felt his mouth curl into a smile. “I love it when you make that sound,” he whispered against me. “And I love the sounds you make when you’re about to come.”
“But the thing that I love about you most, Lilith, is that no matter the bullshit I put you through, you always find a way to bounce back. You always find a way to keep pressing forward and hope for a better future. Your resilience is fucking inspiring.”
When I rushed to her side, the first thing she assumed was that I was going to punish her. She might as well have stabbed me with the bloody blade she was clutching so desperately.
“Don’t you fucking leave me, deathtrap,” I whispered into her sleeping ear, “I just finally found you again.”
“I’m going to mount her little spoon on the wall in the kitchen. Tell her she can visit it whenever she’s missing him,”
“Just because I love you doesn’t mean you have free reign to run this perfect little mouth, deathtrap.”
and twenty-three years of history is a lot for me to try to move past. There are scars on my psyche that may never go away, Ramel, no matter how much you try to fix what’s been broken. There’s no going back, the damage has been done.” If she had stabbed me in the chest with an Aetherium blade, it would have fucking hurt less.
‘There’s a special cell reserved in the dungeons for any judge who does not vote for Lilith,’
“You may be the God of Creation, but I am Lilith’s Keeper of Death, Yahweh. If you create them, I can kill them.”
“I really wanted to be your friend, you know. I wish we could have had more time together. I’m sorry I failed you.”
“I’m not afraid of death.” She smiled softly. “Death is my friend.”
My husband. My lover of a thousand lives.
“What is it they say about insanity, Yahweh? It’s doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result,”
“I told you I was going to fix this. When are you going to learn to trust me?” “How can you fix this, Shemhazai?” I choked. “Even I can’t bring back an immortal soul.”
“Come here, Lilith, you have a stalker. I need him to agree to being spun into the rest of the soul fiber.” “Excuse me?” I asked, and Shem grinned at me, his green eyes flashing. “Ramel. He’s hanging around you like a bad idea.”
