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“I got caught and fried once, baby cakes, I don’t plan on being caught twice. Especially now I have you to dance the dingo with.” I caught her chin. “Kiss me like the world’s about to end.” I leaned in, but she smacked my hand away like a little savage and my smile grew. “Are we about to play slapsy-fucksy?”
“You see, I’m a man of many boxes. All of them stored inside me, some full of clowns and others stuffed with knives. But this one here that you’ve broken open just now, that one’s my darkest dealing, wild girl. I only open that one when I’m about to kill, you understand? I will bleed them out for you, cut down each enemy that stands along the path to your Lion. Because I will wage wars and raze hell to see you smile again.”
“You can’t be serious?” Jerome sneered. “You think you…love her?” “Thinking is for top hats and cats with monocles,” I reminded him. “It isn’t my thinker that fell for her – it’s my thumper.”
“Old long Johnson had a farm,” Sin whisper-sung under this breath. “E-I-E-I-O. And on that farm he had a Cain.” He tossed a glance over his shoulder at me, a wicked glint in his eyes. “E-I-E-I-O. With a bitch-bitch here, and a bitch-bitch there. Here a bitch, there a bitch, everywhere a little bitch.”
“- and on that farm he had an Ethan, E-I-E-I-O. With an ass stash here and an ass stash there. Here’s a grape, there’s a grape, everywhere a bum grape.”
“With a stab-stab here and a stab-stab there, here a stab, there a stab, everywhere a stab-stab.” He clapped me on the cheek, marking me with his bloody palm print, and I stepped back from him in shock. “She’s a goner.”
“You’re a force of fucking nature, Rosalie Oscura. I think back on every moment with you and wonder at which point I might have saved myself from the madness of you. But I can’t find one. From the second I brought you into the prison, snarling and smiling with equal finesse, I think you held me captive. So I might as well admit that I’m lost to you at this point. My fate is in your hands. And if that fate requires this oath from me then fine. You can have it. I won’t make you run from him a second time. I’ll be by your side to see this through, come death or dawn.”
“Fuck these fucking fucklings,”
Sin nudged Hastings with his toe. “He’s broken. Better put him out of his misery.”
“Se io sono la luna, allora tu sei la forza che mi sostiene,” she purred. “What does that mean?” Sin blurted, stepping close and smiling between us. “It means ‘if I am the moon then you are the force that holds me up’,” Rosalie translated then flicked Sin on the chin. “Oo,” he shivered. “Give me some pretty words, honey pie. I want you to call me something hot and filthy in your fancy language.” “Sei un dolce piccolo idiota,”
“The moon sees everything that takes place at night and you taking a piss has got to be the least of the depravity she’s witnessed. Hell, you were an assassin – don’t tell me you never killed anyone while she was watching.” “Of course I did. But she liked that, the saucy minx. All the blood and screaming and death got her going, just like it did you. It was the pissing that pissed her off. I know it.”
“No, but listen, I have even better news! Turns out, Tiberius Rigel is my father.” “What?” “Yeah, it was a shock to me too. First I was like woahh, then I was like woahhhhhh, then I was like wowee, then I was like-”
“Rosalie told you not to wander,” Ethan’s voice carried to me as he followed too. “Meh meh meh meh whipped-bitch meh,” I mimicked his voice perfectly
“I highly doubt it took a hundred Fae to capture you,” Max scoffed. “Oh-ho, he wants to challenge me already, are you feeling threatened, smalls?”
“There once was a mutt who put things up his butt and he liked it more than he would say.” “Shut it,” Ethan barked, but I just sang louder. “He liked things round, grown from the ground, as big as a tree or as small as a flea, and shoved them up, up, up his butt, butt, butt.” “Sin!” Ethan snapped and Max gave him the side-eye.
I would never be the same again. I’d seen things now. Lived through horrors untold. Smelled the worst life had to offer. Tasted things.
A rush of power flooded my veins and as Rosalie drew back, we both looked to the waning moon marks that had ignited on each of us right over our hearts, like a symbol of the life she had just restored to me. “You denied death my soul,” I breathed. “It wasn’t death’s to take,” she said, her lips finding mine again. “You are my mate.”
