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His glare is accusatory, hostile, filled with hatred. A dreadful sensation sinks into my bones as the air between us ignites with dark energy. So much anger and chaos flickers across his eyes.
Edgar and I are predators intruding on one another’s territory. The two of us stare at each other in horrible, festering silence before Edgar coldly turns away.
That’s what I’m good at, after all: avoiding shit.
I smile hesitantly at him, admiring the way his cold, callous eyes remain impassive to all but me. Once he sees me smiling at him, his features soften momentarily.
“It is a school for those cursed with Shadows. We break your fucking soul down into powder, add blood, mash you up into clay, then reform you into whatever the fuck the headmaster wants. The heartless will thrive.”
“Let’s not give them the entire morbid mantra just yet.”
“And the ones with hearts will die.”
After all the time we’ve spent traveling together and all the people he killed so coldly on my behalf, it feels strange to part with him again. We’ve only just been reunited.
“You’re insufferable,” he growls,
“Sorry about Elias, he’s always been rather arrogant.”
“Whatever kindness he’s shown you up until now will most likely stop. That man has no heart.”
“Blighted individuals don’t live long. Their powers are enhanced briefly, leeched from their Nova counterpart, but blighting is a death sentence no one has survived.”
What a beautiful, slumbering place, hidden away like a cancerous beast.
Arthur makes eye contact with me again and I quickly look away. Elias would be pissed if he knew my cheeks warmed under Arthur’s heavy stare. It’s not fair that he’s unnaturally beautiful and reserved—he
The lonely look in Arthur’s eyes makes more sense now that I’m breathing the stagnant air of his home.
“Some might think I’ve lived many lifetimes through this power of mine. But really I’m just a cataloger, holding onto terrible things that are best left forgotten.”
Is this how villains are made? How monsters’ hands craft other monsters? I’m what’s left—a molded piece of discarded art.
She may be beautiful, but she is a mindless fool, jumping when others tell her to.
“What are you waiting for?” Elias says in a low tone. “It’s not fun if you don’t struggle a little first.”
“He was never worth your tears,”
“Terra. Terra, you’re okay… You—” He examines me with weary eyes. “You’re alive.” An easy grin spreads across my lips. “No thanks to you.”
I died that night, Finn. The Terra you knew is dead.”
My new prison is a beautiful one, but all I can ponder is how lonely I’ll be here.
I don’t miss the glint of adoration in his eyes for me, the look of a wanting man, though he hides it well. I find that I like his restraint, but I also wonder how far it will stretch.
he laughs; it’s lovely and deep, tugging all the right places inside my chest, making me wonder if I do in some way remember him.
How does one describe the heaviness that others imbue into their words? It cannot be done; it is felt through your marrow and veins.
“Let me guess, she wouldn’t let you kill him either.” I level him an annoyed look because he can already see the way she’s ruining my reputation as the heartless one. “No—I most certainly did kill him. She reversed time and undid it.”
Cruelness followed with generous accommodations for the survivors. Step one in brain-fucking these idiots.
“You look like shit.”
“I’ve been up for three days. Of course I look like shit.”
“Care for a drink? I can whip you up a potion that can help with the looking-like-shit part,”
I’m experiencing that strange, fluttering feeling in my chest when she looks at me again. It’s different than before and a bit painful. Do I miss her? Fuck, I need to stop thinking so much.
There’s warmth in his gaze. Why do I cherish that so much? The way he looks only at me with that vulnerability ignites flames inside my heart.
“Are you begging me?”
“I don’t know when it happened, maybe when I saw you tied up in the basement and bleeding for me. But… I want to be close to you.”
“You are the sole source of my weariness. I can’t stop thinking about you.
His skin is soft and he smells of crisp pines and smoke.
“Are you going to be a good girl this time?”
“What is it about you that drives me absolutely mad?”
It’s easier to be the obedient villain. The sexy guy that gets to kill people,”
I’m assuming you let it in during the assessment exam when your friend was eaten,
I’ve asked myself “why” a billion times already and still come up short of an answer, so I just accept that this is happening even though the majority of us are already adults and have vast knowledge of intimacy.
“Morbid fucking Fernestians.”
He shows us a few concoctions of birth control potions, which the men take. (Wow, smart, world-shattering. Who would have thought the Fernestians would be the first to say “The men are the reasonable things to use contraceptives on”?)
My soul exits my body.
“I promise, nothing with our clothes off.” Is that supposed to make this less awkward?!
I swallow dryly as I stare into his practically starved eyes. He said devour, right?
“I think I can find a way to get Kallos away from his study for a bit while you compare the notes. Or you can seduce him like you did in class. I’m one hundred percent certain he’d fuck your brains out and tell you whatever you wanted to know.”
we’re completely and utterly alone, plunged in hell,”
“Ever the negative, bleak girl I see,”
