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December 20, 2024 - February 17, 2025
I want to learn about everything. Knowledge is an addiction, and books are my drug of choice.
It takes restraint not to sift through all her memories, because suddenly, that warm light is all I want. What a cruel little beast, for making me feel this way.
“Want is a word for the weak,” he says, his fists tightening. “Wanting something means you don’t have the power to take it. Or in this case, not having the power to refuse what you don’t want.”
“In the middle of a demanding workout, I see.” “I don’t want company,” I say, breathing the forming tears away. Dae’s darkness envelops my senses, tucking me away into a precious cloud of him. “Hmm, then why do your desires ask me to stay?” I scoff. “Because I am weak.”
His presence brushes near my cheek, sending a jolt of cold icy fire through my caster’s shield, like lightning in a winter storm. I close my eyes, savoring it because somehow, it soothes the churning in my chest.
“Nizzara,“ he purrs, his voice an instant muscle relaxer. “I assure you, just because I am older, more experienced, and all around devilishly handsome, I would only corrupt you if you verbally consented to my corrupting.”
“Tell me not to do something, and I can’t resist.” His presence jets past my legs, dipping beneath the bar to resurface behind me, reforming into his full height. “In that case, never kiss a spirit,” he says at the base of my ear. “It might set the bar too high for poor mortal men.” I laugh. Actually, laugh. “Kissing a ghost”—I struggle to get the words out—“I might as well kiss the wind from a cart cow’s ass.”
Slinking to the other side of the kitchen, I realize Nizzara made me laugh, something I haven’t done in ten years. Maybe longer. I also realize I’m risking a lot to bring her a plate of food. No, no, no.
“Your father is possessed. And once his spirit takes full control over him, you will have to end him.” His eyes bore into mine as he jabs his finger at my chest again. “You have to stop hiding from what you are.”
His eyes trail my wet legs and scarlet nightgown, and his throat tightens. “I know exactly what you are.” “What am I exactly?” His smirk is easy and sinful. Beneath eyes that are still on fire. “You are a cruel little beast.”
Her healing is not a Mark forming now that we’re bonded either, because I’d know if that were the case.
I can’t hide her soul anymore. The gods want her dead. Not half-dead. Dead, dead.” “Why?” “Because the greatest heroes have a touch of darkness inside. She scares them.”
“There is a war, much bigger than the three kingdoms. Me and my people cannot fight it, for we can give life, but not take it. You will be capable of both. That is the darkness you fear.” Her eyes harden. “It is a heavy burden, to be made of life and carry death in your veins. For that, I am sorry. It was the only pathway.”
“So,” he says. “Are we going to discuss the fact that as a goddess, you’re way out of my league?” My lips tug. “Don’t tell me who’s in my league, Lowly Deathwalker.”
I’ve concluded two terrible things. The King of Kings is alive. But he won’t be for long.
“Why does the universe also have to be so smug?” I was murdered but not allowed to pass on. Given godly power, but no freedom. Offered the chance to be with someone at the cost of the one I wish to be with.
