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For those who enjoy walking the line between the Shadows
“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.”
Novas are the elite Shadows—gods of the gods. Should you be near one during a moment of uncontrolled hysteria or intentional malice to mark you, you will be blighted. Cursed.”
“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.”
“You are the sole source of my weariness. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you bite your lower lip and suck in breaths when I’m too near. It drives me absolutely crazy.”
“I told you the bad guys get the girl.” He grins and withdraws from me, lying down next to me and pulling my body in tightly against his chest.
“No wonder Elias is so possessive of you. Your Shadow has quite the appetite,” he whispers in a deep, tempting voice. I bury my teeth into my bottom lip—his erection is pressed against my lower abdomen. “Elias might know how to please you, but I doubt those boys do. Tell me, are you satisfied?”
Holding darkness inside only allows it to fester and infect parts of you that aren’t yet broken.
Only we can see the hearts. Emerai cannot hide anything from time. We see all the moments of a Shadow's past, what they’ve taken and tried to discard.
“No secrets are as terrible as the ones we cannot speak.”
“I want you to remember me this way. As a nice guy, the one who wanted you to be safe and warm. Not the cold, cruel man you met in Barkovah. When you think of me I can only hope you’ll imagine the sky, the rush that I sent through your soul. That will be enough for me.”
“You’re more than the sky, Raine. You are the wind, the earth, the blood in my veins. I will never forget you.”
“I hate the things you draw from me. The things you steal away,” he says into our feverish kisses. “You drive me into utter madness.”
Fireflies. We were fireflies. Terra’s words soak into my soul. “Because they gave all they had to show us their light. They must rest—as we all do.” I cry and the taste of death blooms across my tongue. You were right, Terra.
We will be the last of the Blood Crowns. We’ll stop Fernestia and save the world.
“This is goodbye, baby. I should have told you I loved you at least once—”
