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Moonbeam?”
Moonbeam?”
“I would cheer, but I’m certain you’ll do enough of that this slumber while you’re staring at your floor-length mirror, fisting your microcock.”
“You want to die?” the Chancellor asks, not bothering to mask his shock. “No,” I murmur, picking another curl of filth free. “I’m just so sick of looking at your ugly face that death is starting to sound rather cushy.”
Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam.
Moonbeam.
Wet warmth bubbles from the freshly plundered wound while I study all the bits of him I’d like to slash and dash. “I . . . really want to . . . kill you.” “Perfectly aware,” he mumbles, flicking my blood off his hand. “But now is not the time.”
His body stiffens, steps slowing, a low, grating sound coming from him. “Say it again . . .” “What?” “My name, Moonbeam. Say it again.”
Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam.”
“Follow me.” Ahh . . . “How?” “Tether yourself to the alluring tone of my voice,” he drawls,
Moonbeam?
“Try being open to accepting aid, Raeve. You’d be amazed at how the grain no longer chafes. A simple request for my help doesn’t make you weak. It makes you real.”
his voice a tender stroke to my hackled heart.
“I see you, Raeve . . .” My breath hitches, the scale still indenting Kaan’s throat. “I don’t . . . I don’t know what—” “You,” he growls, tightening his hand around the side of my face with a tender jerk, eyes lit with a soul-crushing blaze. “I fucking see you.”
Moonbeam?”
Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam?”
Moonbeam?
“Your crowns mean little here. We claim part of no kingdom. Only the réidi matters. We only pound chest four times for the roskr-éh. The greatest.”
“Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam?”
Moonbeam.
Moonbeam.
“I’m yet to find her final shards. You can’t see on this side, but there’s a small crevice around the back of her I still need to fill.”
Moonbeam—right
Moonbeam.
Moonbeam.
Moonbeam?”
Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam.
The only beam of light I’ll ever need or want in this world, my love for her sitting like a moon in my chest. Only this moon will never fall, no matter how hard she tugs on it.
“You want to dance with me, Raeve.” You want to love me, too. But you’re in the way of yourself.
“Your hands know me,” she whispers. “Yes,” I murmur against her hair. “Know you, crave you, worship you.”
Moonbeam?”
But my hope is a flame that’ll never blow out. Not when it comes to her. She could sink me to the bottom of the Loff, and it’d still burn like a sun.
Moonbeam.”
“Moonbeam!”
Moonbeam?
“No. I’m fucking obsessed,” he growls, wrapping his other hand around my face and jerking me forward.
“I’m not your secret. I’m your truth.”
“No, you don’t, Moonbeam. You love me. You’re just too busy feasting on my heart to notice.”
Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam.”
Moonbeam,
“Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy.”
“Now, my beautiful, spectacular, indignant Moonbeam, let’s try this again.
