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Instead, he beams. “Hang on a second. That kinda sounded like a confession of love to me.”
Maven snorts. “That won’t happen. You’re all softies for each other.” What a horribly disturbing sentence that was.
“You’re mine, you know,” she whispers. “Bound or not, your muse or not, whether I get you for years or only days…you are fucking mine. If I ever speak to the assholes in Paradise again, I’ll have to thank them for finding other souls just as twisted as mine. Your broken edges match mine perfectly.”
"As irrevocably as I am yours, you are mine,” I warn her. “If you ever forget that, I'll be forced to do something drastically violent." She grins, clearly liking that thought. "Gods forbid.” "The gods hold no power over me anymore. Only you do."
I smile against her skin, kissing it. “My dark little darling, did you just confess your love for me?” “I distinctly said your cock.”
He lays back down with a dramatic sigh. “Anyway, no hard feelings about tonight. You were obviously just doing Maven a favor and saving the best for last. Like a dick appetizer.” It’s incredible, the things this shifter chooses to let leave his mouth.
"It'll be brutal out there—a bloody massacre,” Ross warns, dread written all over his face. "I already said I'm going. Don't try to sell me on it.” Crypt laughs at that. He’s in a phenomenal mood this morning, and I’ve noticed his markings have been lighting up far less.
“Wait,” Ross says, facing me. “Do you have a phone? Because if there is ever a time you need assistance with anything at all, it would be the greatest honor of my life to assist—” He yelps when Baelfire drags him up by his collar to glare at him with searing amber eyes.
I hope Ross comes back in book 4 can you find out that she’s most likely the daughter of whatever reaper keeps coming going because that’s the only God that we have or got us that we have been told about consistently over and over throughout this book
They're working much more like a team now. I let myself feel proud for half a second before I roll out of the way of another gunshot and dart towards Douglas.
“Stay down, or he'll target you,” I instruct.
They. Are. Mine. All the adrenaline, fear, and darkness crashing through my veins reaches a fever pitch when my anger crests. But it feels different, somehow—less the heady buzz of death and more like…something powerful I’ve never experienced before.
Everett gifted me crumble away to ash. Just like a blessed bone weapon. What the hell?
Sigh. She’s a goddess ?! She blesses her mates and her weapons. Cool
It was your fucking idea to send that troop of humans into the Nether—which means when you die in a few seconds, Sachar will judge you based on every death of those innocents for generations. They say some punishments in the Beyond are brutal—far more brutal than I could do here and now.” I smile again, slowly, savoring the pain and fear in his eyes.
Ian sighs again, muttering under his breath. “Look, just tell me what you need. And to be clear, I will overcharge you for my services.” “I’d expect nothing less.”
Maven’s eyes flash. For a half second, as our keeper turns to me with a deathly glare, I regret all my life choices. “Punishment? I must’ve misheard you.” Nope. Stay strong. It doesn’t matter how scary she can be—I’m digging my heels in with this one.
Then Crypt grins. “So long as we let our girl drive. I want to sit back and watch other cars on the road panic.” Baelfire laughs, but Maven arches a brow.
“Girl, updates,” Kenzie demands, drawing my attention again. “Now. Or else I’ll be forced to start stalking you.” “Nope. Position’s already taken,” Crypt calls from the back. The lioness shifter sighs. “Speakerphone again, huh, monk?”
anyway, congrats on taking out that hydra weirdo.
I support you all the way.”
“I mean—we’re all still really hoping that we find our caster at the next Seeking,” she sighs. “I know it’s almost a year away, but it feels like we’re just…” “Incomplete?”
Felix I’m sure
“That’s my good boy,” I murmur just for him. Baelfire braces himself on his knees like he’s trying to contain himself. “Fuck. You’re so mean. Please don’t ever stop.”
He sighs. “My sexy mate, Angel of Death, love of my life—they are called fries.”
if you make one more passing remark about any of my men, I will cut those horns off of your fucking head and strangle you with your own spine.” “Aww,” Bael coos behind me. “Did you guys hear that? Her men. I love when she gets all murderous and sappy.”
“Think whatever the fuck you want, but I just had to see what my old pal’s daughter was like. Gotta say, I’m not disappointed. You seem like a hell of a lot more fun than Amato was—but I’d still like to rip that immortal cunt’s head off myself for killing him. Speaking of which, I hope you know you’ve got our backing. Most of us demons in this realm stan you hard, kid.”
“Though not nearly as much as we love you,” Everett tacks on with a sly smirk. “Cut it out,” my mate grumbles. “Just say you’ll burn the world for me or some shit like that.”
“Holy shit! Look at you, all grown up and matched and running from the law.”
“Is what I heard from Keith Erikson’s mother about what happened at Everbound true? Did that scaly-assed Del Mar actually put a collar on you? On a godsdamned dragon?”
My family all start introducing themselves. I shoot Crypt a grateful look. He rolls his eyes. Pretty sure this means we are pals now, which is fucking weird.
“Come on—as always, you’re still officially invited in, Crypt. Breakfast is ready, and we added a second mother-in-law suite to the house a few months ago. You five can stay in there for now.”
“His name is Snowflake,” I add helpfully. “Oh! I like your hair, Snowflake!” she says before hurrying into the house. Everett sighs. “I fucking hate you guys.”
“He deserved worse for putting a collar on Baelfire,” she mutters angrily. I nearly fucking swoon. She was all vengeful for me?
Maven must have the same thought. She’s surprised enough that she drops her fork, which bounces off the table. Crypt appears, catches the fork before it can touch the ground, and hands it back to her. Quinn claps and cheers like that was the greatest show, and Crypt bows dramatically at the giggling girl before vanishing again.
I heard a rumor about it, but how the hell did you survive?” “I technically didn’t.”
Oh, dear. Does this mean we’ve reached a new level of trust? Is our quintet going to have fewer hearty spats now that we’re all growing…gods forbid, closer?
She grins, speaking only to me through the bond. What a useful kink you have.
“The last thing I want is to see a bunch of naked asses running for cover—or anything else that will make me want to stab my remaining eye out.” Decimus snorts. “I think I get my lack of filter from you.” “You’re welcome.”
“I heard about your father. Frankly, I hope you don’t want condolences.” “Not at all.” “Thank gods. He was horrible.”
“The way I feel about you four is like…” She pauses, finding the right words. “It's like death.” Frost coughs. “Ouch. Death? Really?” She nods, dark eyes solemn. “It's dark, consuming, inevitable, and…frightening, if I'm being honest.”
Oh, gods. This rut is going to be brutal. I smile.
“Thanks. Now fuck off.” I shut the door in his face and turn to Maven, beaming as I hold up the vial. She’s fighting a smile. “Your charm and manners have taken a nosedive since we met.”
He rolls his eyes. We’ll make friendship bracelets later, right before we make an Eiffel Tower with Maven. An Eiffel…? Oh—got it. I’m down if she is, I grin.
“You’re showing me this to express that…I have your support.” My mom smiles. “Not just mine. A great deal of support from even the unlikeliest of people, should you need it.”
telum would be some faceless, unspeakable evil spreading plagues and destruction wherever it went. Instead, it’s you. The abducted girl I researched fifteen years ago, who survived in hell and came here for a damn good reason.
Crypt begins putting back several of the little pieces he removed from the board when no one was watching. He also returns the packets of suppressants that he apparently swiped from my back pocket out of boredom during this little meeting.
“Like I said, Kenzie stalked you four online. Apparently, her sleuthing is more solid than your ability to have a single conversation without arguing over the span of nearly two decades.”
“Do you truly mean to say that we just barely missed your birthday, and you chose not to fucking tell us?” Silas demands. Maven looks at each of our pissed-off faces and smooths her gloves. “No?” she tries like that might be the right answer.
Especially because she's smirking like she actually stumbled across a party and not an oversized attack. “The telum!” a nearby vampire shouts.
It's impossible not to watch as the woman who owns my heart and soul steps into the slaughter like she owns the damn place. The way she moves with lethal agility and kills as naturally as breathing is both spellbinding and fucking terrifying. Or maybe the terrifying part is her smile…except I really like watching Maven enjoy herself. “Arati, bless my beautiful maniac,” I breathe.
Crypt blurs into existence behind the Void and snaps her neck. Okay, then. That problem was solved way easier than I thought.
“These are your gods-selected matches? My gods, these poor men.” Crypt’s eyes narrow. “Did you just insult my keeper?”
