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I actually found bones quite beautiful.
Something tells me you'll need that.
Now, he lay in a box somewhere—I didn’t even remember where—far beneath the surface where no one would hear him scream.
Hmm...
Just like that, my obsession to possess life had me in a chokehold once again.
“Do not recite the old ways to me, brother. I helped write them.”
Okay, Aslan.
“Remember this. In the dark hours of the night, after I’ve crawled under that delectable skin of yours, invaded your every cell, peeled back your layers, and branded myself onto every bone of your body, know that you brought this on yourself.”
“What curse is that?” she whispered. I laughed, the sound deep and grating. “Me.”
Death falling in love with life was a tale as old as fucking time.
“Do not thank me. You will be my ruin, and I will be yours in return.”
“Black widow.”
That's two words.
I’ll be your monster.
“I’ll show you loony.”
🤣🤣🤣
“The only queen to ever wear the crown of a monarch and the collar of a slave. Actually, that has a nice ring to it. Rayven, the slave queen.”
“Go fuck yourself?” I managed through gritted teeth. “Then again, you probably do all the time. Why else would that hand be so strong?”
She’d have no choice but to call and beg me for help.
Uh oh...
“You are nothing like Catherine. She was a fool’s hope. A spark of something that never took flame. My lust for life and nothing more.” He pulled my wrist closer, though his gaze never left mine. “You are so much more. You will be my mate, my Queen. You will know my body as she never did. My love as she never would.”
“You look like Hell,” he said, sweeping a rogue lock of my hair behind my ear. “A Hell far more beautiful than this one.” My cheeks flamed. “You’re just saying that to get in my pants.” His eyes gleamed behind the mask. “A feat that you’d think would be way easier, considering you’re not wearing any.” “You know, you’re kind of charming.” “And you’re kind of stubborn.
“You’re radiant sin, Rayven. You’ll be my complete undoing.”
“I don’t think it’s such an awful thing to exist in only a book, Rayven.”
“Would that be so bad?”
The only thing I hated more than the King of Limbo was how much he called to that dark, depraved part of me that Belial was so insistent on uncovering.
I’m fascinated with your human emotions. They’re like ghosts to me. Whispers of distant memories I can never hope to remember. And seeing you react to them. Seeing you cry. Seeing you blush and heat. Seeing you scream and yell. It’s all beautiful to me.
“I’ll do it…”
SQUEEEEEE!
I’m not your savior. I’m your damnation.
“You’ll be mine forever. Even as the world falls down, little human.”
