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“I am no one’s queen.” “Is that so?” My fingers find her cheek before trailing down the smooth slope of her nose. “Then you have no idea how much power you hold over me.”
“It’s not promises I care to keep—it’s you.”
My eyes lift to his, and whatever it is he sees within them has the Enforcer looking at me as though I’ve already become his queen. And some possessive part of myself aches to command him to never look away.
Our lips brush, and I can taste his desperation for me. I smile.
“Every person who has ever said that to me is gone. And I… I need you more than I need those words.”
“It will take far more than mere words to drag me from you, darling.”
And when she kisses me, long and fierce, I realize how happily I’d live the rest of my life at the end of a blade. So long as she is the one holding it.
I realized, terrifyingly, that I would do anything to earn his praise.
As much as I want her to be mine, I want her to be Death’s far less.
Though, it’s comforting to know that she doesn’t need my help—the Silver Savior has made that abundantly clear since the day she earned the title. And yet, one day I hope she does. Just to show her the extent of what I’m willing to do if only she asks.
She is willingly my weakness, and yet, nothing has ever made me stronger.
“If you look like hell,” he whispers with a sly grin, “then I’m fortunate to be going there.”
“Does it ever get easier? The bad that supposedly justifies the hope of something good?” “It hasn’t yet,” he says with a sigh. “But your bad will belong to me when I become your Enforcer. And maybe then, when I know you are reaping the good, things will get easier.”
“You are my inevitable. In life and in death.”
This girl holds my heart in her hands, could crush it between her fingers and still have me thanking her for the touch.
“You are forever my distraction, darling.”
Damn him. With the way he’s looking at me, I might have just mumbled the words out loud. Nothing and no one has ever devastated me more. Not the sand, the sea, the slow brush of Death’s hand. Because maybe, just maybe, he is the most ruinous thing of them all.
I smile for her, only her, always her. “I was prepared to plead.” She gives me a look. “You would not.” “Oh, darling, I would do so much worse if only you asked.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile. “Or, even more difficult, so much better.”
“Death himself couldn’t drag me from you.”
Power is a sickness that corrupts all those who get a taste.
“I want to hide with you beneath the willow tree. You are the secret I will spend the rest of my life keeping.”
So if you leave, I will follow. If you stay, I will bow. Because there has never been a moment when you did not own the only piece of me that mattered—loving you made me matter. And I ache to be full again.
“You are my inevitable. In death, and in love.”
“I don’t want a last time,” he breathes. “I want a first and forever.”
“But I would choose you every time, if only I could,”
“Good. Bad.” I shrug a shoulder. “We are all just shadows of what we believe to be true.”
