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“You are a tyrant.” “And you’re a pain in the ass.”
“The god to which you pray fears the power of many.”
“And what happens if you’re wrong? What happens when we’re severely outnumbered by a whole colony of cannibals?” “We send up a quick prayer before shitting ourselves.”
“Well, that was about as fun as stroking my cock with a gauntlet.”
“Because you’re weak–” “And repulsive, yes, we’ve established this,” I snipped back, impatiently. “I believe you likened me to a rat.” “Rodent.” “Semantics.” Eyes narrowed,
“Then, I will beg. If that’s what it takes. I will beg that you take me back.” “Beg all you like.” He let out a sardonic chuckle. “I’d quite like to see you on your knees.”
“You don’t have to look threatening to be threatening. Perceived weakness is your most vicious weapon.
She was beautiful. No, beautiful was too weak a word. She was intoxicating. Exquisitely divine.
“Mortals fear what they don’t understand.”
“Careful now,” he said, looking out over the dark landscape. “I consider threats to my life an invitation.”
“You trust me roaming about with a blade?” “Possessing a blade doesn’t make you a threat. It’s the mind which governs the weapon.” “The mind can be capricious,” I countered. “One moment it’s content, the next, it’s spoiling for violence.”
“But since you’ve been here, I feel less burdened by them. So, do not ask me to do this. I cannot be the one to see you off, because the moment you leave is when my hell begins again.”
“One more time.” Fingers pressed into his socket, he pinned the man’s eyelid open, watching his pupils dilate with fear. “Look at her one more time, and from this night forward, the only thing you’ll be staring at is the endless, black void of remorse.”
“I think you’re the bravest mortal I’ve ever met. And perhaps the most fucking stubborn, as well.”
“Your snoring.” “What?” Heat flared in my cheeks. “I don’t …. I don’t snore.” “You do. Was awful that night. Scared me shitless.”
“Do you enjoy making me uncomfortable?” “If I’m being honest, yes. Blush looks good on you.”
“Cursed gods, you are a ferociously breathtaking creature when you’re ravenous.”
“I want you. I want you so desperately that I’d kill anything with a pulse just to have you for one night. This insatiable craving I feel …” A muscle in his jaw twitched with the tension in his words and he squeezed my hand. “I can’t fucking breathe. I ache for you, Maevyth. Believe me when I say this.”
by the gods, he’d have torn through the folds of time to punish whoever had laid hands on her. Instead, he made a silent vow that he’d viciously strike down anything that touched her from that day forward.
“And I am yours to touch, Maevyth. I crave your touch more than my next breath.”
“Some might call it a punishment,” I said, smiling. “If this is punishment, then I welcome an eternity of suffering.”
“A man should not long for madness with such enthusiasm as I feel right now.” “You’re calling me mad now?” I asked with a smile. “I’m calling you mine.”
“You are mine, moon witch. For all eternity and whatever lies beyond it. No soul has ever been more intricately woven into mine than yours.”
“I have killed in a variety of ways, Maevyth, but anything that dares attempt to harm you tonight will suffer the most violent of them all,”
“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.”
