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“Oh, you’re the stand-in!” I offer a shy, demure nod when all I really want to do is bang his head against the wall. Hard.
Lol I like her already.
“Then you can hear everything they have to say.” No fucking thank you.
Lmaoo
The harder you care, the more fragile everything seems. Easier to just . . . Not.
The God of Fire loves to feast, and I’d rather be skinned alive than have him gnaw on me. Again.
Girl what do you mean ‘again’??
I like the cold, and I can’t keep a plant alive to save myself.
Lolol relatable.
but I’d die knowing I left something bright behind in this beautiful world sketched in so many shades of ugly.
Also relatable.
And that moon . . . It never fails to give me exactly that. A smile.
Glad I'm not the only one :)
“His name is Caelis,” she announces, her voice stained with a fierce imperial lilt. She pins me with a stare that cuts through flesh and bone. “And because I’ve fallen in love with him.”
Excuse me what the actual fuck?
“You’re the family I never had,” I whisper, and her lungs empty with a shuddered exhale . . . She doesn’t fill them again.
WOW. We're starting off the trauma fresh and strong in this book.
That was brutal.
frown—“are hereby charged for the murder of twenty-three soldiers of the Crown—” “Twenty-five,” I correct, and the room bursts with murmurs again as the Chancellor raises a brow. “Excuse me?” If he’s going to read out my charge, he might as well get it right.
Lmaoo
“Now is not the time to be stubborn, Moonbeam.” “Wrong. There’s only one thing males see in a shackled female,” I seethe, my words laced with enough venom to stop a heart. “If you want that, you can take it right here so my cellmates can see what a monster you are.” A low rumble boils in his chest, making my skin pebble. “I’m not that sort of monster, Prisoner Seventy-Three. I would not take pleasure from you were it not given freely.
Why call her that nickname? What does he know and/or thinks he knows that he was freaking out about her earlier?
Also, good to know he's not 100% awful.
I lock eyes with the Queen again—her chest racking with sobs, a warm smile filling her cheeks. Understanding drops into my belly like a heavy meal after a long stint of starvation, and I frown . . . She’s trying to scare the dragons off. She’s . . . She’s saving me—
But whyyyyy?!?! The king asks her "how" but how WHAT?! Now the queen knows her maybe??
He heaves me to a wobbly stand and brushes me off, then leans close, sniffing. “You’re right, you do smell bad.” “Screw you,” I mutter, and he cocks a brow. “You wanted to kill me a moment ago. I can’t keep up.” I snort-laugh. “Don’t worry. Few can.”
Lolol why is he being kind of cute rn? Bc she reminds him of someone (past lover who is dead now)??
He unpins his cloak, pulling it from his shoulders, giving me an up close view of the powerful way his broad, muscular body moves. My cheeks burn as he swathes me in the airy material, secures the pin beneath my chin, then flicks me on the nose. “Adorable.”
Hell no. Idc how cute he thinks he is being, I would be soo annoyed
“I’d prefer not to be seen with you if I can avoid it.” Fuck you, too, Kaan Vaegor.
Lmaoo! Well damn
Bossy and a bad listener . . . Definitely needs to die.
Lmaooo
Shit—fuck—dragon balls!
Lololol
I’m coming for you, Rekk Zharos . . . You fuck.
Avenge, yes. Revenge, also yes. Get the fucker that killed your bestie as collateral.
They itch with the need to touch. To trace the sturdy lines of his eyebrows, then his nose—ever
GIRRRRRRL
Why does this feel so right? The room ignites again, illuminating him in devastating detail. Strong, proud body slashed in too many scars to count, hair mussed, lips a perfect pillowy shape I imagine pressed against mine, moving with mine, claiming mine— Fuck.
Fuck is right! How tf are you going to go from needing to kill this guy to tie up a loose end, to needing/craving him?? That fast in the survival mode you're in?
Another hitch of my breath as his finger sweeps across my wet flesh, the tender tease zapping me with a ravenous bolt of pleasure. “Cut me if you want me to stop,” he rasps, his thumb sliding across my cheekbone. “I’ll gladly bleed beneath you, so don’t be shy.”
Jaw on the fucking floor wtffffff
I’ve got a male to hunt down and strangle with his own intestines. I don’t have time to waste.
Lol her rage is funny.
“My body is mine, and I will do with it as I please. Nothing more.”
Fucking right!
Just a slumber ago, I wouldn’t have batted a lash at watching Kaan Vaegor have his head sawn off in an arena. Instead, I would’ve cheered. Now, even the thought makes me want to vomit. I don’t understand it. Don’t want to understand it. Don’t want to watch.
Are THEY fated? Bc she's right, wtf made her dramatically change her mind about him?
I flash him a smile. “Dear brother, are you worried about me?” “Since the dae Pah shoved you in my arms—squirming, bloody, and screaming.” Since he realized he was all I had.
Aw ok he's like actually the good brother.
An air-shredding roar rips through my dreamscape, like snapping a book shut right at the good part.
Lmaooo what a way to start chapter 69
“Your hands know me,” she whispers. “Yes,” I murmur against her hair. “Know you, crave you, worship you.”
I would fucking melt
“Tell me, Raeve . . .” Another soft kiss is planted on my neck, his next words rumbled against my ear. “How did I fuck you in your dreams?”
DAAAAAMN! I would be so flabbergasted for words.
“Okay, well, you’re obviously feeling things—” “Regrettably.”
Lmaoo girl same
“Why the long face?” “Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy.” Well.
Lmaoo you done messed up sir
“Thanks for the fruit. It’s really, really good.” I leave the room without looking back.
Fucking savage
“Tell me, Rekk Zharos, why have you soiled my ground with your presence?”
Oh I'm using that one!!!
Kaan may never know he’s everything to me. That I’d fall just to watch him fly. He may never know the youngling I carry is his or that I’m pitted with a fear that I won’t survive long enough to find a way to make this right.
Uggghhhh so tragiiiic
Picking for threads on Princess Kyzari’s whereabouts. She knows I love to chase. That I fucking feed off it. I’ve decided that’s why she chose to hand herself to the Creators. Why she chose to run. When I find her, I’ll give her exactly what she refuses to admit she wants. Me.
Fucking scum. Can't wait for him to die or just suffer the worst.
“Do you know how it feels for a Moonplume to scald in the sun’s harsh rays, Rekk Zharos?” He shakes his head, whimpering, his stare flicking between the fire in her hand and her rattling leer. “A bit like this,” she sneers, then paints his face in flames.
YAAAAASSS
