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I also like the idea of being able to fall from the sky and squash somebody if they piss me off.
I’m going to hug her. Love her. Avenge her.
“I’m going to find whoever did this to you,” I pledge against her cold skin. “I’m going to find them, Essi.” And I’m going to make them hurt.
He deserves to be ripped limb from limb. To have his vertebrae crumbled, brain mulched.
“I’ve seen bigger. But hey, if whipping a female makes you feel like a strong boy, then don’t let me stomp your dreams. Don’t worry, I can handle it. I’ve got enough balls for the both of us.”
So help me, I will crack the code by the time I’m marched to my doom.
Mended . . . Such a funny word, signifying the end of something. But every hurt has an echo if you look deep enough. A wound is never fully gone.
“She took out an entire unit in the Undercity. Collapsed the lungs of seven soldiers before she even began tossing her blades. She slaughtered another twelve in ways that would make your insides wither, forged a cleft in the ground that took another six, then bit off the finger of a prestigious bounty hunter employed by the Crown.” Well. Good for me. I’d pat myself on the back if my skin wasn’t flayed. “Wanna tussle?” I ask the King,
“Haven’t you ever wished the ground would split and chew on your enemies? Guess my dream came true. Lucky me.”
“Any progress?” “Mentally strangling you as we speak,”
Sighing, I loosen my grip, allowing that white flag to rise between us. A fragile, fluttering thing I intend to shred the moment I leave this room.
I’m going to shatter his bones and use them for toothpicks.
It’s just me, and I’m certain the sky is falling.
I’m going to knee you in the cock.” “That’s an improvement on being slaughtered,”
Bossy and a bad listener . . . Definitely needs to die.
Wish I wasn’t so hungry. Feels wrong accepting a meal from somebody I eventually intend to kill. And behead. Just to be safe.
All I want to do is slit Rekk Zharos’s throat. Is that too much to ask?
I’ve got a male to hunt down and strangle with his own intestines. I don’t have time to waste.
“Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.”
I intend to die doing something brilliant and heroic. Not free-falling to my doom.
I sigh. This entire plan is flawed and I’m going to die a horrible death.
It was the kiss of someone who wanted to give me everything. Take nothing. Yet I gave him my whole heart anyway. Realized it was rightfully his.
“Maybe this time will be different?” I chuckle—low and without humor. “Maybe she’ll fillet my heart in a different direction? Undoubtedly. She’s quite fond of filleting. Quite good at it, too.”
He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.
Released my inner crafty bitch and let her shine.
“Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.”
I can’t just live here for the rest of my life lavishing in good sex, freshly foraged cuisine, and crafty side quests.
Too bad he’s in love with a death wish.
