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Though Wren and many other nightmares were created by Para Warwick, they were not his offspring. They were closer to weapons with skin and teeth than children, each manifesting as a fully realized adult in a separate dream.
Wren let her eyes flutter shut, and for a moment, she was nothing but a girl in the arms of her lover.
Her vision snapped into razor-sharp focus, and she knew her eyes had gone black, just like his. It happened when she was at her most vulnerable, her most afraid. It was nothing more than an instinctual reaction, but it only made her feel more like him.
“Thought I’d come see what my favorite flying cunt was up to.”
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“You may believe you are different, Prince Caine,” Ila said quietly. “But in my experience, passivity is as deadly as any blade.”
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“Who would they wage war on?” “On the night terror who defies the laws of nature and wreaks havoc not only on the Reverie, but on the Wake.” Ila locked eyes with Caine, though all she wanted was to look away. “Your father.”
Ila rarely used the word beautiful to describe a man, but it suited him. He had confided in her long ago that while he manifested in a female body, he found solace as a male.
“I hate to break it to you, but I’ve killed a lot of people,” Wren shot back. “I don’t remember your brother, and I won’t remember you once I rip your lungs out through your ass.”
“At least I’m not a lying shrew.” A breathless laugh burst from Ila. “Your entire life is a lie! You kiss the boots of a tyrant and ignore the atrocities he’s committed.”
“We can separate you from your anchor.”
I’ve never been able to stand up to him, but maybe I can do it for you.
They remained this way until the fire devoured itself, two nightmares trapped in the amber of a daydream.
“Morning, magpie.”
“Stop looking for absolution in the arms of people who would discard you without a second thought.”
