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I see Death, and I don’t mean the man I just murdered.
Xero Greaves, good or evil, alive or dead, loving me or hating me is everything. He’s all-consuming, yet he’s the fire that animates my being. And there’s a tiny kernel of my psyche aware of the painful truth that without him, I cease to exist.
“Sometimes, when you can’t believe what your eyes are telling you, it’s better to make up your own version of the truth.”
“I won’t hurt her,” I murmur into her curls, “but nobody disrespects my girl.”
“You’re mine. Mine until the end of time. Mine until the sun goes supernova, and the moon crumbles to dust. Mine until the entire universe is reduced to atoms. And even when there’s nothing left of existence but mere echoes, my soul will reach out from the void to find yours.”
“I’m not afraid of your demons. I can’t wait to set them free.”
“Is this love?” I whisper against his lips. “Love? That’s too bland to describe what’s in my heart. You’re my North Star, my guiding light, my entire purpose. I’m obsessed, addicted, compelled to worship at your feet, if only to sate the hunger inside me only you can quell.”
“I love you, Amethyst Crowley. Every beautiful, broken piece. And I’ll never let you go.”
