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“Do you think the Sacred Men wear anything under those robes?” Aleysia asked, her unseemly question breaking the silence between us. “Or do you think their nether regions just sway back and forth as they walk? Like the snout of a pendulynx.”
Lol
As he struggled to remove it, Zevander raised his palm, and a black mist swirled and shifted to an obsidian flame in the center of his hand. He unclasped his arm bracer, showing where a scorpion, seared on the back of his palm and wrist, rippled as it came to life beneath his skin.
Im a fan already
At that point, I’d already suffered plenty of scars for transgressions against their god. All carved into my back and legs by Sacton Crain, or the Vonkovyan guards who sometimes doled out the punishments. So, I played along, pretending to worship as all others, because nonbelievers were also sent to The Eating Woods.
“No need for undergarments, my dear.”
I would puke
“It’s true! Lilleven’s brother saw the whole thing. This girl is the anathema, a witch, and deserves banishment to The Eating Woods!”
Somehow, I found that hard to believe. Lord Rydainn regarded me like a mole on his ass that he hoped to burn off at some point.
Haha
“Do I still annoy you?” she asked. “Endlessly.”
“Consider that a kindness. My inclination is to break whatever stirs my impulsive nature.”
He lurched toward me, clamped his hand around my nape, and crushed his lips to mine.
YESSS
“You are a fucking torment, Lunamiszka,”
Lunamiszka. My little moon witch.
“I’ll never know what in seven hells inspired the universe to send you to me, Maevyth.” “Some might call it a punishment,” I said, smiling. “If this is punishment, then I welcome an eternity of suffering.”
“If preventing this plague means sacrificing your life, then I’ve no interest in saving everyone else. The whole world could perish of disease and famine, for all I care.”
