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I've pushed her away for her own good, just in case my parents ever stooped low enough to try using her as leverage against me, but it still hurts.
It's true. I do know what happens when I disappoint my family. They punish me, but not by hurting me. Instead, they take it out on anything or anyone I remotely like.
"My little miracle of a daughter was just two years old when she was taken from me in the surge that destroyed my hometown. Please, I have to get her back. I know in my very bones that she is still alive in the Nether. I need to rescue her. Please,"
Welp.
if I am not permitted to pass through the Divide and fight to get her back…the wrath of the gods will be upon you tenfold. They will smite your kind with fury unlike anything you have ever seen."
"I'm sorry. This is my fault. I was selfish with you. Dear gods, I'm so, so sorry."
Which is how I know I'm more delirious than I thought. Because that one would never pray for me. None of them would because I was nothing but the target of a bet to them. This must all be wishful thinking in my poor, pain-addled mind.
only one type of magic can heal me, and it's not blood magic. That's why I've been hell-bent on avoiding any situation where this might happen—because it just raises more questions I can't afford to answer.
"She looked dead." Baelfire chokes and then breathes out slowly like he's trying to diffuse a bomb in his head. "Of course, I lost my shit. I'm in control now."
I find the fact that the proud Decimus is donating blood in such a fucked-up way kind of…morbidly sweet.
From an objective standpoint, at least now I know that nightshade root powder isn't listed among the handful of ways to actually kill me, even if it hurts like hell.
If Kenzie is alive, I'll find her. The rest of my tasks will wait.
This shouldn’t be bothering me as much as it is. Sure, they fucked me over. It hurts, but I should be able to get over it quickly and move on with my mission. It’s hardly the first time someone hurt me when I was stupid enough to let down my guard, so why do I feel it so much more this time?
You can’t lose what you never wanted in the first place. “Heartbeats are overrated,” I mumble instead.
None of us gives a shit about those prizes now, anyway.” One glance at Silas tells me that’s absolutely false. He looks away.
The Immortal Quintet is here? How…convenient. All my targets in one spot.
I need to come up with a new plan—one that will help me find Kenzie, kill the changeling, and pick off the rest of the Immortal Quintet one by one…
one glance at the nearby cluster of potted plants shows me they’ve withered to nothing, dead and gone. Damn it.
I call dibs on doing your hair and makeup! Let's get ready together
Find her please !!!!
I crack a smile. It makes my tits look wowza. Of course, these would be Kenzie's final words to me. Screw sentiment—this is much better.
something about his presence feels darker right now—as if he's on edge as much as the others, liable to snap any moment. The threat of that is oddly thrilling. Best not to linger on that.
it didn't take me long to figure out that plants can fuel my magic, too. I don't get the same buzz of power as I do when I take the life of a monster or legacy, but it's enough to get by when I have limited options.
Which means…playing along with my so-called quintet. Fine. But that doesn't mean I'm going to play nicely.
"You look like pure sin," he whispers, drinking me in slowly. "And I've always loved sinning, darling."
Their dress and suit are soaked in blood, and their eyeballs have been scratched out. Kenzie told me that most guys bring fancy corsages for dances. This is much more my style.
"You clearly intend to continue stalking me." "For the rest of this life and into the Beyond, yes."
Crypt tips his head. "Your dagger?" "The one you pulled out of my chest." That casts a menacing darkness into his expression. "That was your dagger, buried in your heart? Tell me who put it there."
"It absolutely fucking matters. You died. Twice. And I was powerless as I watched it happen. Twice,"
"Oh, my dark little darling…yes, you fucking will. Right now."
"All right. Keep your secrets. Just promise to keep me, too."
His mouth twists up into a wistful yet flirtatious smile. "Now, darling. We both know you wouldn't dare hurt your chances of having little nightmares running around the house one day."
I'll have to get close enough to see other people's pupils. I may even have to…mingle. Ew.
I turn and make eye contact with two of my matches, both of them staring open-mouthed at me. The shattering glass was because Silas apparently let his drink slip out of his hand, but he hasn't noticed the mess.
"Drop dead fucking gorgeous."
"Gods, baby. You have no fucking idea how much power you have over me. I could come just from your scent alone."
“Thu mi le d’chal lei fhuil, ima sangfluir," he murmurs. Which is fae for, You drive me mad with your beauty, my blood blossom.
I choose to be impish. "Nach, ás mo esio chial na'mi cobhair," I reply smoothly in fae. No, you are mad enough without my help.
If I want to retain the element of surprise, I'll need to keep pretending to be an untalented wallflower. They can't know that I'm the telum whispered about in the underbelly of the legacy world.
What a shame that someone so beautiful is an asshole.
He was intentionally hostile, pushing me away and trying to make me hate him and the others. And it worked. It stings, knowing they made a game out of fucking me.
The Legacy Council tried to enforce a restraining order to keep them out of the same room, but that didn’t do shit.”
I yank my arm away and give him my finely tuned death stare, slipping into the lethal tone I rarely have to use. "Rephrase that." Baelfire's glower softens. He blows out a breath and rubs his face. "Shit. I'm sorry. Fuck, I didn't mean to be so…I'm just…"
it's not just my customary panic because of someone else touching me—it's mixed with a surprising aversion to touching anyone who isn't…them. It just feels wrong. And not in the good way.
Mine, mine, mine, my inner dragon growls. Yeah, she is. Except she was just fucking flirting with someone else.
Maven's dark eyes glitter, and she smirks. Fucking smirks. Oh, shit. My sadistic little wet dream is doing this on purpose. This is her way of putting us through the wringer and getting even.
The Nightmare Prince returns, acting as if he didn't just drop everything to soothe our keeper.
Crane, you may find a way to make this information useful for Maven thanks to your knowledge of plants, no matter how broken your mind is." Silas's face twists bitterly. "Thanks a fucking lot, bastard." "Compliments are my specialty." Crypt
Crypt grins. "She made it in one piece. Our girl is a quick learner." The blood fae pinches the bridge of his nose. "One day, I'm going to kill you." "Better make it soon since your sanity's expiration date is quickly approaching."
Before I leave the room, Baelfire catches my eye. And instead of the glare or disgust I usually see on his face, he nods once in begrudging understanding before I close the doors behind me.
Baelfire leans close to my ear to whisper. "I'll double whatever he's offering. All the orgasms you want, as long as you come on my face and make me beg for it."
"Absolutely not. Your delicate lizard stomach couldn't handle it. However, our beautifully morbid keeper might enjoy the details. Care to hear, love?" Yes. Disposing of bodies in mysterious ways is a fascination of mine.
