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Even I must begrudgingly admit that method of torture was grotesquely artistic. I haven't screamed that much in a long time. It was almost nostalgic.
Crypt leans to kiss just behind my ear. "I'll be anything you like, darling. Just get away safely for me."
if they get hit hard, they won't come back. Then I'd have no choice but to lose myself in vengeful fury, raining down hell on whoever took them away from me—and as fun as that latter part may sound in theory, my schedule is just way too fucking busy for another vendetta.
"If you don't want drama, get a head start before I join the fray, or I may accidentally pull your spine out of your ass." "Fuck," Luka shudders. "She's scary sometimes." "Yes, yes she is," Kenzie nods sagely, looking back at me. "Ready, May?"
"Be as safe as fucking possible, hellion. I know you love a good fight, but avoid one now if you can help it, okay? Please."
"Oh look, more party guests," she muses, making expectant grabby hands at her dagger, which I still hold. I adore her, but she's in no condition for more of this. "Another time, love. If any of those hellhounds gets a taste of your blood, they'll be able to track you from here to Kansas."
"Do you fancy madness?" "Since I 'fancy' you, the answer must be yes."
"Limbo is bizarre and otherworldly. Distorted. Some would call it disturbing." "So you like it." "That's what I just said."
"Unless you'd like me to perform a laryngectomy on you with my bare hands, you won't breathe another word around my keeper again," I warn him darkly.
I don't miss the way Maven's lips twitch in amusement when the vampire goes pale at my threat. Her enjoyment of others' fear is delectable and something I intend to explore in the future.
her very biteable lower lip protruding slightly. "Something the matter, love?" "It's fine." "Tell me." Maven sighs. "Not one haunting whisper, reanimated corpse, vengeful spirit, or cursed coffin. These catacombs suck." I laugh. It's absolutely adorable when she pouts.
“They’re nice and all, but I’ve been fucking dying to hold you. I know how much you hate PDA, so I waited. You’re welcome. Feel free to praise me.”
“For now will be fleeting when we’re on the run, so gather more from Limbo while we’re here. Everett, you’ll stay here to wash up because all that dirt and blood has been driving your poor neat freak brain crazy for the last few hours,” I say knowingly.
I realize Baelfire is smirking down at me in his arms. “What?” “It’s just hot as fuck when you take charge. You’re a damn good keeper, Maven.” Crypt grins. “That she is, dragon.” “Perfect,” Everett agrees quietly, still blushing and adjusting his sleeves repeatedly.
Fuck anyone who has a problem with you. Sure, you’re the scourge, but it’s not like that was your choice—and second of all, we know what you’re really trying to do. You’re a good person. In fact, you’re the most aggravatingly selfless, self-sacrificing person in the world, so you’re not allowed to apologize for anything. Ever.”
"Welcome back, Si. Thought you wouldn't make it for a hot second, but it's nice to see I didn't have to carry your fevered, deadweight ass around for no reason."
"That makes three of us. Are we sharing these theories, or is it every man for himself as usual?" Everett asks.
🙄 this is tired.
Does that scream take her home to meet the parents to you?" she asks dryly. Crypt abruptly appears next to us and grins. "It does, actually. I, for one, couldn't wait to introduce you to my parent." "And now he's dead," our keeper points out. He leans down to kiss the tip of her nose. "My point exactly, and yet another reason I adore you."
"Yes," all four of us say at the same time. Crypt groans in disgust at our synchrony and pantomimes shooting himself.
Summoning blood magic to my fingertips, I reach into the pocket void I set up when I was six years old. It's a surprisingly simple spell, folding space in on itself to create this small storage that can be summoned anytime.
“That’s beside the point. We really must get more photos of our girl." "In lingerie," Bael nods. "Or literally anything." "Or in nothing,” Crypt counters. “Hell, yes. I pick Option C.”
Catching feelings is so damn inconvenient.
My guys stare at me until Baelfire sighs heavily. "We need to get you into therapy, Boo." Weird take after I just shared one of my most nostalgic memories.
All right. What am I? The love of my life.
My face feels warm. All of me feels warm.
"So we can get back to our actual date." His squeamishness about the Undead is too funny not to tease. "This is our actual date. So far, it's the best date I've ever been on. Maybe we should invite our Undead friend to join us." "Gross. Stop it."
"Personally, I think it's because of something called gohf." "Gohf?" "Yes. As in, gohfuck yourself, you loose-lipped lizard."
"Oh, please. As if you lot have any pearls left to clutch, when Crane and Frost would gladly watch, and Decimus would happily get on his knees to beg our girl for far less."
My mate's absolutely fucking perfect like that," I sigh. "Agreed, dragon," Crypt nods, gently poking at his now-healed eye.
"We're gonna be seeing each other's dicks the rest of our lives. Get over it before you make it weird for everyone." He slams the door. Silas rubs his temple. "You've already made it weird for everyone, Bael. So incredibly fucking weird."
I glance at Crypt on the couch. He shrugs one shoulder. "I thought it was a perfectly reasonable question."
"You're too damn hot!" Everett snaps back at something Baelfire said. "Weird time to hit on me, Snowflake, but tell me something I don't know."
"I don't want you under control, Maven. No version of you or your emotions will burden me. Sanguis a' sruthadh unus gh'a, tha sinn unum mar," he murmurs in fae. It's an old fae adage meaning, "Our blood flows as one love, so let us be one."
They actually make decent decorators whenever they're not using human skin." Oh, dear gods. "Baelfire was right. We need to put you in therapy."
“Holy fuck. Snowflake finally got laid? Damn, that’s a lot of hickeys.”
“Okay, Angel of Death, I have a very serious question for you. Was his jizz normal, or was it cold like a—” “Shut the fuck up, dragon,” I cut him off with an eye roll.
“Nice to meet you,” I tell him, genuinely meaning it because a decent combat partner is hard to come by.
“Flaming shitballs. Is it…it’s you! Never thought I'd talk to the Nightmare Prince. You’re running with the telum now, huh? Listen, I'm a huge fan, but you gotta be more specific about what you want from me.”
I look over at Douglas and notice he's starting to stir, groaning quietly. With a sigh, I withdraw Pierce and walk back to him as his eyes flutter open. “Too soon. Back to sleep.”
Gods. They're all so jealous and over the top, it’s damn near toxic. I love it.
“She’s about to sacrifice you to dark spirits,” I offer. “Probably because she was wildly disappointed by your first time with her, but hey. Don’t feel too bad, Professor. I'm a tough act to follow.”
“Hands off,” Crypt seethes. Ha. Nice.
“Gods. You’re all idiots,” I grumble, still annoyingly flushed. “Who are really fucking in love with you,” Baelfire inserts, suddenly serious.
I stand, glancing at Crypt. He nods once and vanishes, not needing to be told what to do.
“Maven has her plans. She's driven and does whatever it takes to get shit done, but right now, she's doing it on her own. What have we done for her besides tag along and try not to get killed?”
Maybe try working together even just a little 🙄
“Anything you ask for, darling, I will become for you. If you want a weapon, use me. If you need air, breathe me. I will shield you from the pain in your past. All I ask in return is that you fucking tell me when these memories are haunting you.”
Baelfire beams, his golden eyes misty. “My mate is pregnant. How could I not smile?” Oh, gods. I guess we’ll have to talk about that. I sigh. “Calm down. It’s not pregnancy. It’s just poison.”
As soon as I near Parker, he fires off a spell that would be agonizing if I didn’t rip through it immediately. A paralysis spell, a death spell, madness maledictions, hexes—I tear through each of his attacks as darkness crackles around me. I was made to destroy anything. To be nothing but deadly calm.
“It is what it is, love,” he whispers, smiling wistfully. “I didn’t want to sully the precious time we have together. Besides, with all the world against us, there are far better things to spend such lovely tears on.” “I’m not crying.” Crypt reaches out to brush away a traitorous teardrop, pressing it to his lips for a taste. “All right. You’re not crying.”
I shrug. Curiosity aside, it’s a moot point. “The only thing I want right now is every possible moment I can get with all of you.”
