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My life will exist only inside these walls, alone until the sickness in my brain finally wins.
I am weak and soon to die.
We both know that by the time she earns her wings, I'll be dead.
They just… gave up trying to save me once they realized that the very thing killing me is possibly the most valuable asset the Ice Court has.
For all the talk of valor and honor in our world, the truth is: secrets always win. Those who hold knowledge over others can do as they please.
"I'm Aldrich," he says. "Inga," says the fire-fae. "Navi," says the gold-fae. "Orgid," says the shadow-fae,
"She saved your life on the boat. Sit the fuck down and eat your fucking food."
"It doesn't matter how big, small, strong, or weak you are; you are able to defend yourself."
They're just arseholes,
"She said leave her the fuck alone. You want to fight a fae with no magic? Fight me."
Kain steps through slowly. His presence swells, and I immediately question my decision to let him out. His piercing gaze is fixed on me, and the attention makes me heat. And not just in my cheeks. Swirling heat flows through my entire body.
And here, now, hundreds of miles from my home, the fire-fae and an old artifact took me to it, and made it change.
What part of you thinks it's a good idea to get off on the memory of a maniacal murderer pinning you
"You will take it all,"
"Every inch. You're not a princess to me. You're a brat. And I'm going to fuck you like one."
