A Soul to Steal (Duskwalker Brides #6)

by Opal Reyne

“Pretty,” he rasped without meaning to, just as his hand lifted of its own accord. He brushed the back of his foreclaw below one of Gideon’s green eyes without thinking.

“I do not care about the gender of my partner, only that they make me feel warm here.” He pointed to his chest, to the place Ingram had told him his desired partner should move him.

already obsessed with them

“I do not know where you were before I met you, but I will not let you go,” Aleron stated, his tone holding confidence in his promise. “I will stay by your side, always.”

“Come on,” Gideon commanded, pulling just enough to stir him into moving. The gentle tug was unnecessary; he’d already begun to realise he might just follow him anywhere. So long as Gideon remained by his side, he wouldn’t mind where they were taken.

When Gideon peeked at him, and his green eyes connected with his pale-pink orbs, looking at him without any fear or timidness in those piercing depths, something startling dawned on him with absolute certainty. He wouldn’t just follow him anywhere; he’d happily let Gideon escort him to his own demise.

“I will always choose you,” Aleron said without thinking,

“I care for you deeply, Gideon,” Aleron stated firmly, and with unwavering conviction.

He looked like a deity of death, but there was beauty in dying. Just like there was beauty in Aleron’s skull and ethereal, glowing orbs.