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I watch the hopeless tears falling from his dark gaze, his heartbroken, silent plea cutting into my chest until moisture wells in my own eyes. And then I watch as Natalya rips Pietro Amato's head off in front of a room full of cheering, bloodthirsty sadists.
Oh
"You clearly intend to continue stalking me." "For the rest of this life and into the Beyond, yes."
Crypt leans back down and whispers near my ear, his breath caressing my neck and sending a delicious shiver down my spine that I try to hide. "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."
LOL
"Yes, you are. You're mine, and I'm yours—end of the motherfucking story. The end. Get over it."
This will be no acquaintanceship, not when we all crave you so ardently."
Ugh why cant this happen to me
"You enjoying this, baby? Tell me, how wet does it make your panties knowing you're torturing us?" "Hard to tell when I'm not wearing any." Fuck. Me.
OH
You guys have no fucking idea how bad it would be to be bound to me. I'm protecting you idiots. I refuse to drag you four down with me. I'm your enemy. All her past words swim in my head until I cover my face. "Holy shit." My mate is from the Nether.
Silas is quiet for a long moment, and then he sighs. “If the gods chose her to punish me even further, they couldn’t have picked a more frustrating, heavenly demise. Nothing changes for me, either. She’s ima sangfluir.”
"Stay." "Make me." Silas's jaw clenches, and then he does the last thing I expect. He gets on his knees.
RIGHTTTT
"You want my forgiveness?" I whisper. "Fine. Beg for it." "Please—"
"No. Your mouth can do better than that. Beg me without words, Silas."
Omfg
I push at Silas's head to try to get away from him. "Never fucking mind,” I huff angrily.
Shes so funny
I need more—all of her, every haunting puzzle piece, and I must find a way to make her need me just as badly. So badly that she'll let me into her head and her bed every night.
I blink. "Why me?" "Because you're his sunflower or whatever." It takes me a moment to piece that one together. "Sangfluir?" "Yeah, that."
Lol
"Eireach chial, thiga ais thu'ganh," I murmur in fae. Come back to me, handsome lunatic.
Baelfire catches up to my side. "Damn. You're fucking hot when you're bossy. Do I need to step out of line to get my turn? You know I love being good for you, baby, but I can try being a brat."
Sobbing
lol
LOL
Lollll
Obsession, on the other hand? That's dark and twisted. It's real. I'm much more comfortable getting unhealthily obsessed or borderline manic over someone else. Anything but falling for them. That sounds awful.
"You're too good for me, Oakley," he whispers. "That's ironic since I'm literally a monster sent from hell. Just how lowly do you think of yourself?" I ask, tracing his perfect features.
I don't know who Lillian is, but hearing the rough scratchiness of her voice makes me desperate to fix what I just did. I reach for the bruises on her throat, determined to erase them, but despair fills me again when I remember I can't even fucking heal her. Am I truly so useless to the woman I love?
Awe
Somehow, without a heart and without the blessing of the gods… I've been bound to Silas Crane.
