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My Revered couldn’t meet my eyes. My Protector couldn’t stop digging his nails into my skin. I was their Ignis, and I was failing them. We were damned men. Three mated devils who couldn’t complete their soul bond because they were missing their fourth mate.
Until we found our other Protector, we couldn’t touch one another like we wanted. Like we needed.
Orion’s mind worked differently from others. He was obsessive. Where others showed interest, he fixated. He stalked.
Scorpius liked their pain. I liked their submission. Orion didn’t care about anyone. Until he did. Then things got dangerous.
splatters of freshly spilled blood. I stared down at the bitch who’d messed with my mating bond. She brought dishonor to us all.
Her tone dripped with arrogance. “I grew up in a palace. Trust me, I’m sure it would seem like a small house to me.” I breathed in roughly. She waved her hand dismissively. “No need to be embarrassed. It’s not your fault that you’re ugly and poor.” Rage.
Women crumpled in violent situations. They needed constant attention and pampering or they’d refuse to function. They were useless for anything but child-rearing, which happened infrequently for devils. Most of the time they just lazed about.
I needed her to be afraid. The closest I got to satisfaction was exerting myself over a willing woman. I’d used men before, but their compliance wasn’t as sweet. A humiliated woman temporarily gave me the illusion of control.
How dare he take what was ours? The three of us got to our feet as the screams in the hall increased. He threatens Arabella. Must protect her. Must get her back. Must keep her close. She’s ours, nobody else’s.
I prayed that their wheezing was a symptom of rigor mortis.
Yes, my aesthetic was mental illness; no, I didn’t want to talk about it.
My shoulders ached from carrying the weight of being the coolest person at the academy.
Great, I was being chased by a specter of the man I’d murdered. Normal girly things.
I was no man’s princess. However, I was a whore. Being a slut wasn’t a title, it was a lifestyle.
I sucked on both pipes desperately and shivered because death followed me. Everywhere I went. He wouldn’t leave me alone. Stupid stalker, he was such a pervert.
Shocker, they were violently angry. Men had no emotional range.
We hadn’t looked closely at the couples fucking on the dance floor because we hadn’t thought we were searching for a whore. But alas.
Scorpius and I scoffed. He was such a manipulative bastard.
Our missing mate would never suffer the injustice of being tied to the lying bitch before us. His Ignis would not allow it; it was the least I could do for my missing Protector.
Arabella’s pale skin and blue hair contrasted with his golden skin and white-blond hair. Both of them were unnaturally pretty. An image of my dark-bronze skin tangled with theirs in a writhing mess of limbs played in my mind.
“Stop fondling me like a freak. And if you think I’ll act like your slave, then you need to be lobotomized. Actually—” She paused like she was thinking. “I recommend just preemptively euthanizing yourself. Your personality is messy, and I don’t see it improving.”
“If you hurt me, I’ll kill each of you. Then I’ll kill myself before the tattoo can regenerate any of our lives. Don’t worry, I’ve come up with a plan on how to end myself. I’ll rip out my heart and feed it to some type of cute woodland animal.” She smiled. “Aw, imagine a little teacup pig ruling from the fae throne. That would be adorable.”
We killed because we had to but never for personal gratification.
In her profile I saw the shadow of Lothaire’s high cheekbones and arched brows. She had her father’s anger. She was a worse version of him.
“You’re an abomination, and we’ll suffer your presence until we find our mate. Then I promise on the honor of my ancestors that I’ll remove you from our lives. By any means necessary.”
Dick’s eyes went pure black, and his blue crystal wings flared across his back. Feathers clattered together as he spread his wings wide and rose to his full height. He was a monster.
You enslaved my daughter with that tattoo, and now she can’t leave the kings without pain.” Dick waved his hand like he wasn’t listening. “That has nothing to do with the tattoo.”
“This place is trying to kill me,” I said to Horse as he flapped above like he was trying to teach me how to fly.
“Don’t be such a man,” I mocked. “It’s ruining our friendship.”
I’d always thought of John as a friend. The special kind that you snuggled in bed with and held on to for dear life as you drowned in the ocean for hours. I’d grouped him in with Sadie, but there was a problem. I was bizarrely aware of the fact that he wasn’t a woman; he was an extremely handsome six-foot-five supernatural assassin.
The devils didn’t talk about ownership in the way Sadie’s mates talked about her, which was with an edge of obsession and devotion that was kind of endearing. They called me property like I was the muck beneath their boots.
Someone growled, and the pitch was reminiscent of whiskey, cigarettes, and broken glass.
Some relationships require a lot of patience and forgiveness. Sadly, I’m not a good person and I don’t care.
Sari was sickly pale as she stared at me like I was filthy. Faint blue bruises covered the side of her pretty face.
“Your mates are calling me a slave,” I whispered back. “I’m not your sweetheart.”
blue wings.
Thank the sun god, it was a relief to not be the first woman in the assassin program. I wasn’t born to be a trailblazer. I was born to kill men and suffer. The assassins
Sadie and I locked eyes. “Kind of fun,” she whispered at the same time I said, “We’re so screwed.”
White runes glowed against her dark skin, and her green hair hung around her face in a sleek sheet. Not a single strand moved in the blustery wind.
She studied her cuticles like she was bored, and my heart swelled with pride. Jinx had learned that mannerism from me.
We understood each other perfectly. And for some reason, what we both needed was to know every single thing Arabella did. Maybe it was because she was our slave? Maybe it was because we’d both been diagnosed as having psychotic, obsessive tendencies as children? Malum was the angry one; we were the neurotic ones.
If Arabella kept the world quiet, then I’d gladly keep her as our slave forever.
I’d been sick with rage when I’d listened to Aran and her have sex in the shower. It didn’t matter that Arabella was a girl; I knew what I’d heard. Every slap. Every moan. At the time I’d convinced myself that it had sounded off. That they were faking it. Afterwards, Orion described they were looking into each other’s eyes tenderly and I realized I’d been deluding myself. They’d fucked. Hard. I dug my nails deeper into my palms and let the pain calm me.
Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men.
Warren, the perverted ferret, was no longer playing dead and had a gold piece in his mouth. Sad. I’d really hoped he was dead.
I didn’t care what Dick said to explain himself. You didn’t whip a child for the greater good. There was no such thing as casual abuse. He hurt her. Violently. Repeatedly.
Scorpius scoffed, “Did you enjoy your dalliance with a mated woman? You’re such a whore.”
The third angel was a large dangerous looking man with two different colored eyes, and he stared at Arabella with his lips curled in disgust. She didn’t even notice.
My competitive spirit flared up, and I decided there was no way I was losing to a woman.
“There are those pretty blue eyes. Did you know one of your eyes has a little gray in it? Kind of freaky.”
