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Nothing. It was always nothing. But one of these times, it might be something. A grimwolf or a bear or a vampire deer or, worse, a man.
When he realized that the wife whose arm he had cut off and whom he’d left for dead would be the one to end him. I wanted him to know—he did not break me, as that was never his choice to make. I wanted to see the moment he realized that everything he had done to me—every slap, every punch, every kick—was kindling. It built me up into a raging wildfire, and now it was time for him to burn.”
“You’ve broken me…bewitched me…I know nothing except that I am miserable. All I can think of are your lips, the smell of your hair. How you felt in my arms, the way you made me feel so alive.”
“Perhaps it…frightened me. Perhaps I thought if I simply left you alone, all would be set to rights. But when I saw you pull that warrior into the corridor, I knew I’d been wrong.” He blew out a long breath. “I was wrong to treat you like that. And I’m done fighting it, Silla. You shouldn’t be with other men. You belong with me.”
Her curiosity; her eagerness; her beautiful, expressive face…it all awakened some primitive thing inside him—like a warrior who needed to conquer. Needed to stake his claim. It had never felt like this, like he could not get enough.
