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“Be careful, my friend. This woman will not be Fadey. I’d hate for her to bespell that dark heart of yours.” I scoffed. I’d slit her throat if she tried. I have no love for melders, and that will never change.
I was once told we never truly knew another soul until we saw the darkness they kept inside.
Selena patted my cheek and inspected the basket. “Many thanks, my girl. You know, some would say the gods did not see fit to bless me with children, but I see it as they merely saw fit to send me a beautiful girl and mischievous boy in another way.
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To claim something as his—a strike, a kill, a horn of ale—Ashwood tapped whatever he wanted three times.
“Do I know how to use it? I’m not as skilled as a Stav, but I can throw one. Might even know how to slit a throat if you’d like to test it.” Roark made a breathy sound. Strange how his reputation painted him as a man of violence, yet he swallowed my sharp words with a hint of amusement. He never lifted a hand to strike any of us; he did not shove and prod like many of the Stav under his watch.
The Sentry placed his palm against my cheek. I stiffened, eyes closed. But all he did was tap my face three times. Roark turned away in the next heartbeat and abandoned the hut. Pulse racing, I touched where Ashwood held his hand. Three taps—his gesture for claiming something as his. It meant mine
“In Stonegate, learn swiftly how to hold your blade and keep your wits. You are a melder, a survivor. Do not let these sods make you forget your power. Learn to use your voice, understand?”
“I mean it,” Thane said, quickening his step to catch up. “Who is this woman and what has she done to you?” She is no one. Thane chuckled, not believing a single word, but left me to storm away.
one never truly knows another until they see the darkness inside. Then we made the choice to love all their jagged, broken edges or not.
I always imagined love meant being willing to die for someone. I supposed it was true. But what no one told young, girlish hearts was sometimes they fell for a man who killed for them instead.
By the gods. Roark, my safety, my calm…he was Skul Drek.
You above everything. His words moved against my face. Burn it all if it means you still live
I was supposed to despise you, hunt you. Instead, you’ve brought me to my knees, begging for more of you
Break me, I no longer care, as long as it is you who wields the destruction
