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To my OG fans and readers. This one is for you. Thank you for believing in me. And to all non-reader spouses out there that are going to hear all about this book.
“If the generosity of my friends bothers you, General, then I’d suggest having a conversation with your friends about giving you better gifts,” Finn spat out at last, severing the silence between us.
Because, the truth was, sometimes good didn’t conquer evil. Sometimes, to win a war, to overcome the world—you’d have to be the biggest evil of them all.
But his kiss somehow disarmed me in ways no weapon ever could.
Pozurachdushi,
My heart went still for a moment, and the world quieted around me. Here, amidst the lifeless desert, the midnight sky and the silver moon, amidst the infinite red dunes now laid a clear fact. One that I could no longer deny, that I no longer wanted to deny. A simple truth. I was in love with Finnleah. Deeply, wholeheartedly, entirely.
“Do you ever just get overwhelmed by your feelings?” I interrupted him. “Something that you thought you could never ever feel, and yet, here you are, covered in sand and dust on a random night amidst an endless desert, feeling it all?” I finally dared to say, aware that my words didn’t make much sense.
He let out a lighthearted chuckle. “Oh, more than you’ll ever realize.” His answer was so surprising to me, that I turned to face him, but he turned away, his eyes buried deep within the innumerable constellations above us. I felt a soft touch; his hand finding mine. My stomach somersaulted at the sudden intimacy of the touch, but my body welcomed it, had perhaps even craved it, since that night in the rain. “To the overwhelming feelings,” he said, as he motioned with his other hand, sending large sparks far into the skies, mimicking shooting stars. “And to the ability to feel them,” I quietly
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It was always going to be her. I could already imagine Zora sneering her annoying, “I told you so.” And maybe it was a bit foolish of me to think that I could ever resist or deny something that was engraved in every cell in my body, in every drop of my blood. Her. I wanted her.
I wanted her completely. Her heart, her soul, her body. I craved all of her. Nobody else but her. All of her for me. Only mine.
Her gaze, her touch, her words, her feel. There was only ever her wish, her desire, her pleasure. Her. Her. Her, my soul chanted.
After nearly an entire week of spending every breathing moment together, I’d grown attached to his protective-yet-comforting presence by my side; to his reassuring touch. And truthfully, I was going to miss it.
It was just sand. Literal dust, and yet, each time I saw the little, tiny, granular specs of red, all I could think of was joy; electrifying excitement mixed with comforting peace.
His hand in mine, his heart against my ear…
I should’ve said fuck you too and yet, here I was, hoping to get so fucking drunk that I wouldn’t be able to walk down to her tent and beg on my knees for her to give me another chance. To beg her to love me, because I needed her so desperately that I felt like my lungs collapsed onto themselves at the thought of living without her presence.
threshold before adding, “People that don’t care, don’t get jealous, Gideon. When you sober up, you should think on that,”
“Think of it this way; in visions, you observe fate happening in the future or in the past. In prophecy, you seal it. Same thing for curses. The difference between the two is the Seer’s intent. Prophecy is good, curse is bad. Though, people are afraid of both.”
“You have changed, Finn, but for the better. When I look at you now, I see nothing but great power and strength.” Viyak’s tender voice trembled as he continued, “Strength to do what’s right, even when the world doesn’t agree. Strength to persevere, even when the walls of your own mind collapse. Strength to be the voice for those who don’t have one. Strength to make a hard choice, even when you know it’s going to be a painful one. Strength to stand up for what is right, even if it means to stand alone. You are not the same person anymore because you are no longer broken.”
“Sometimes we hold on to our hurt for so long, that it becomes somewhat of a comfort to us.
“Because I fucking love you, Finnleah! Because my whole soul trembles in your presence, my heart bleeds when you are away, and air burns like acid when you are not close. Because there isn’t a price I wouldn’t pay for you. I’d start a million more wars for you. I’d burn this whole fucking world down if it meant you’d be near.” My hands were shaking as I ran them through my hair.
“But with that being said, baby making takes a lot of skill and effort…” he purred into my ear. “Is that so?” “That’s what I’ve heard…” He chuckled at the ridiculous words pouring out of him. His tongue trailed down my neck, down to my shoulder as he waited for me to finish the last bits of food. “So, we must dedicate ourselves to vigorous, relentless practice, diligently honing that skill…” His eyes darkened with enthralling desire.
