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Hell was made of swirling darkness and secrets just like the man in front of her.
“I loathe you,” she swore as the black tendrils of magic that slithered from his hands wrapped around her wrists and throat, shoving her back into the labyrinth’s wall.
“Love. Loathing. Same passion, different names,” he told her. “And how easily and swiftly the line can be blurred, don’t you think?”
“Prove it.”
“Apuell abon, Umbra,”
Good girl, Umbra.
“Don’t want to deal with my attitude? Leave
“She’s a fucking Specter,” Rowin snapped. “What else did you want me to do? Maim her so she couldn’t walk back in?”
“You’re going to just stand there and let your father ask me to take your hand in marriage?” “Are you suggesting you’d like me to ask? And on my knees?” Rowin drawled. “That is what mortals do, correct?”
“You’re potentially a benefit,” he corrected. “If you somehow learn how to listen in the next twenty-four hours.”
“Even if I lowered my standards to the depths of Hell, I doubt you’d be able to reach them.”
He did, in fact, reach them.
“This was my idea. Therefore, you’re mine. If anyone is winning freedom from the Hunt, it’s me.”
“I will never be yours.”
“I’m Rowington Silver’s fiancée.”
“You and Rowin are cut from the same cloth, I see.”
A shame, since that might possibly be the only thing I enjoyed about him.
Inside the walls of Enchantra you’re no longer Genevieve Grimm. You’re my wife.”
“You’re going to tire yourself out long before you hurt me, trouble.”
Then she did the only other thing she could think of: she bit him. In the ass.
Part of me blames him for taking away so much of my joy that being reckless is the only thrill I have left.
Admiring the light in her eyes one last time before she vowed herself away to a stranger made of darkness.
“I, Rowington Silver, seal my fate with yours,”
“My soul is your soul. My heart is your heart. My blood is your blood. Eternally,” Rowin told her.
“Don’t get caught up on the eternal part. Nothing is truly eternal. Not even when you wish it were.”
“I, Genevieve Grimm, seal my fate with yours.”
“And you both promise to protect each other, to choose each other, in sickness and in health, in light and dark?” Barrington continued. “I do,” Rowin said, the words loud and clear. “I do,” Genevieve agreed before she lost her nerve.
And then his mouth was on hers.
“I’ve got you.”
He’s just a man. But that wasn’t really true anymore, was it? He was her husband
Her HUSBAND.
“And I won’t be showing you any mercy if you lay a finger on my wife.”
“My wife” YES SIR
“And I thought choking was more your thing.” Genevieve gave Rowin a taunting smirk. “Now that I’m game to try. I’ve wanted to strangle you since the first time I heard you speak.”
“Ready, trouble?”
“It’s Mrs. Silver. And it’s with utter disdain that I am officially meeting you. Good night.”
“After you, Mrs. Silver
“Tell me, trouble, what does you getting changed have to do with us fucking?”
“I hate when people say that,” she told him. “It is something you’ve never seen before. Me. And I’m spectacular.”
“I have zero interest in putting my hands on you unless it’s to keep you from harm or because you’ve asked me to. Understood?”
I will not ever lie to spare your feelings.”
“I can’t believe after everything you’ve somehow managed to get me into your bed,”
She’d always want to be found. No matter how many times she ran away.
“The rumors, as usual, are true,”
She’s so me
“I believe it’s my turn to dance with my wife.”
“I don’t want to fight it.” “Fuck,” he hissed. “Neither do I.”
“Trouble, I suspect the only thing you have experience with is sweet. That’s never what I’d be.”
“Stop calling me trouble.” “Stop causing it.”
“There cannot be any strings attached between us. The web we’re caught in is too tangled as it is.”
“You aren’t anything I’ve ever seen before,” he said gruffly. “You’re spectacular.”
Because despite always being surrounded by people, very few ever paid such close attention to me.
“And you’re my wife. I think it’s reasonable to want to know you.”
“And? Are you offering to rectify that mistake? To finish what we started at the masquerade?” “In your dreams, trouble,”
