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Yes, shame marked us all, and we had all been named as Sinfair – those whose reputation bore a stain which only glory in war could blot out
of the wind and the screaming inside my own skull. “I am,” I swore because he was the one thing which could offer me a true place in this world and if being his weapon, his assassin, his monster meant that I belonged, then I would become whatever he demanded of me.
I was so close to him that I could smell oak and cinders on his skin, the perfect concoction of villainy.
“It was a poor choice of venue for a spar, your highness,”
“Praise to the stars.” I bowed my head in acknowledgement of them and hurried off through that door. “Praise to those who tread their destined path,” the Reapers replied in unison, the words making my skin prickle.
“A wildcard,” the High Reaper mused. “Do the stars seek to surprise us this day?”
I’d refused to cut out pieces of myself to please someone whose opinion I didn’t value anyway.
“If it’s much further I might have to gut someone just so that I can warm my hands up with their innards,”
“Fine,” Moraine sighed dramatically like I was such a pain in her ass. “Splat it is.”
“Private,” I answered, adding a husky kind of purr to my voice that spoke of how much I wanted him. Which I did. If wanting him dead counted as wanting him.
I didn’t cry again. Crying was for those who had something left to hope for, something to yearn for or strive for, even if it seemed beyond reach. I was simply being reminded of precisely what and who I was. A tool for a prince, a fantasy for a passing moment, an echo of a girl and a shell of a Fae.
“Blue means you, small dragon. I do hope you remember that. Yes, oh boy. I think he likes it.”
I’ve decided I’m done with you hating me so I’m ready to make you fall for me instead.”
I wasn’t a damsel in distress. I was just a bitch on a path to destruction
“You’re the damnation I choose for myself and if the stars will see me ruined for it then make sure it’s fucking worth it.”
“But death is an inconvenience that would get in the way of my life plans.”
That ‘we’ hung between us, a Skyforger and Raincarver. There should never be any sort of union between our kinds and yet here we stood.
There were whispers in the air for a moment, as if the stars were leaning close to witness the carnage we were forging between us, shocking me that they cared for the fates of two simple Fae. But perhaps it was because two enemies being bound like this would rock the foundations of what the four lands stood for.
