Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

I’d rather be a sinner than a hypocrite.

We were not responsible for lust in men. We existed, and they desired.

You act like this has to mean something. Fucking brat. She meant everything.

“You want me to do something about it?” he asked. “You can’t,” I said. “Not without starting a war.” “I would go to war for you,” he said.

“I would go to war for you,” he said again. “I would fight endlessly to keep you if that’s what you wanted.”

“I am not worth everything you would lose, Zahariev,” I said. “You are worth it,” he said. “But I’ll wait until you ask.”

Hold me tighter, Zahariev, she’d said. If I did, could I keep her from breaking?

“No one handles you, Lilith,” he said. “Good fucking luck to the man who tries.”

“What does it mean? To be yours?” I asked. He smiled softly. “Whatever you want,” he said. “I’ll always be here, following in your shadow. I am not afraid of your freedom.”

“Still can’t do it,” he said. “It’s just…ghost come then. If you can see it with a black light, it’s not gone, Zahariev.”

They will call her a demon, but I watched her transform, and I will call her goddess.

Of course, they will say Eve tempted Adam and again I will say—how many times will men blame women for their choices? Honestly, these myths make men appear foolish and unable to think for themselves, but the same is true today when we say “boys will be boys.”