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But I apparently had another secret admirer to worry about. A phantom pain throbbed in my lower spine.
“I can’t taste anything,” Silas commented, looking out over the park as he took another drag of his cigarette. “I could eat it, but it would be the equivalent of uncooked rice powder.”
“We have Nests, Dens, and sometimes we just keep to ourselves. Personal preference.”
If this was what the corrupted did, a mental picture of what Silas’s Nest would do when they found me entered my mind. What if they realized I was here? What if they all found out who I was?
“Let me know when you’ve had enough,” I said cautiously. “It will never be enough.” Her words were barely above a whisper. “Nothing I do will be enough.”
If he were something to be consumed, I feared I would not savor him and would selfishly eat him first—no time for saving the best bite for last. Only the need to have him remained.
Truly kissed me.
“Alina,” I whispered, “tell me what you want.”
I never thought I could reach the point of craving someone aside from a simple hunger.
“Is it because of him?” There was a tinge of venom in his tone.
“The Fixer is here,” I started. “Yes! I heard he was in town. I know things too, see?” She rolled her eyes. “He’s here about a poisoner. That’s why Father called us home. I hope he makes an example out of him.”
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHAT. that’s an INSANE drop but we really haven’t had a scene with just Silas and Phoebe alone from his POV. Just their strange relationship and her not liking him
“Maybe she would have told you if you had told her the truth!” “She would hate me.”
They looked different from Silas’s. Both sets were fairly long and thick, like some nightmare come to life.
“I am not a dog, you devil.”
“Mr. Aston kept you close all these years because he knew that you were a Host.
“That’s because even though we have to be born and grow, we just happen to stop at year twenty-five.” He laughed. “She’s just his recent child.”
The words sounded painful in Silas’s throat, like he was holding back the rage of something so formidable that it could be biblical in scale.
Nothing was mine anymore. Not my body, not my words.
“I will kill myself if that is the only way to get away from you and this awful place.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would do whatever it takes.” I pulled away from him. “You know that.”