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she already has enough reason to be furious with us without me slavering over every inch of her like a starving wendigo with my dick in hand.
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.
"Promise me that I'll never have to watch you die again." His voice breaks, and that show of emotion does something unexpected to me. It makes me want to…reassure him.
"All right. Keep your secrets. Just promise to keep me, too."
I may even have to…mingle. Ew.
"Yes, you are. You're mine, and I'm yours—end of the motherfucking story. The end. Get over it." Excuse me?
"Watch out? That's all you've got? Let's hope your bite is worse than your bark because that was pitiful. I'd feel embarrassed for you, but that would be a waste of my time. Run along, Stripes.”
The stupid lizard doesn't understand that now is not the fucking time to pin Maven down and mark her as mine.
"What? Why are you making that face at me?" I demand. "Stop. You're fucking creepy."
In the flickering firelight with fury and shadows dancing on his face, with pointed ears, eyes red as blood, and gleaming fangs, he truly does look like the descendant of a monster, primed and ready to kill. Utterly gorgeous.
"Stay." "Make me." Silas's jaw clenches, and then he does the last thing I expect. He gets on his knees.
Something has come over me—I'm mad, but…I also need this. This power over him. I want it enough that I ignore the shiver down my spine at touching someone else, even through lace.
"So vicious. Naen mahk.” In fae, that means good girl. I am most decidedly not a good girl. Yet, for some reason, hearing Silas call me that in his husky, low voice makes heat curl down my spine.
"You are the most stubborn creature in existence." "You have no idea."
"Everyone needs a hobby, even in hell."
You're so fucking adorable." She looks appalled. "I am not. Take it back."
How dare they hurt what's mine? I'm…mad. No. I am fucking livid.
"Did…did she just snap that guy's neck with her thighs?" I manage. Silas is just as mesmerized. "That she did." "Fuck."
I wouldn't complain if her thighs did me in. What a way to go.
After a moment, she shakes her head to clear it and stalks back to us, splattered in the blood of our enemies with a smile on her beautiful face. Terrifying. But in a really hot way. Mate, my inner dragon growls hungrily. Mine.
I give him a deadpan look. "I just gave you all a front-row seat to the fact that I excel at homicide.
"Oh, my gods. This is like dealing with four butt-hurt toddlers,"
Maybe the gods picked out people who complement my broken, twisted soul after all.
Yikes. The L-word.
This camaraderie is like a disease. I must be more careful, or we'll all be braiding one another's hair and getting matching tattoos.
"I wish we were canoodling. Would've been way more enjoyable than that emotional fucking roller coaster."
He smiles at me reassuringly, and with a start, I realize this is the first time I've ever seen Everett Frost smile. And he has dimples. Fuck. Seriously? This is not fair.
"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. My ice elemental closes his eyes. "I don't like you calling yourself a monster. Dear gods, you're so warm. It feels so damn good."
"I offered Silas a snack." Baelfire chokes, and Everett recoils. She rolls her eyes. "Stop clutching your pearls. I enjoyed it.
"Darling, I don't want his apology. I want his head rolling on the ground." "You'll get both."
