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Emotions I was forced to keep hidden for fear of looking possessed by evil, as girls were often perceived when they felt too much.
“Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Lunamiszka.” “Do I still annoy you?” she asked. “Endlessly.”
“I’ll be sure to pass along a goodbye kiss to her for you.” “Only if you intend to spend eternity in the Shadow Realm,”
“Do you know how the scorpion chooses his mate?” Rykaia whispered in my ear. “Promenade à deux. By asking her to dance.”
“Fuck it all, you stubborn bastard. She’s your mate, Zevander!”
“I said she is your mate. I saw it in a vision. She wore your sigil, the mark of your scorpion. As did your son.”
The others slowed their approach as he stepped through the portal. After his mate.
“Have you lain with a man before?” The question sent a hot flush to my cheeks, stirring an irritation. “If you must know, no. I have not.” “Good.”
“I want you. I want you so desperately that I’d kill anything with a pulse just to have you for one night.
He’d lived too long with the practicality of knowing the stars were too far out of reach, and yet, in his arms lay the brightest of them all.
The girl with the moon in her eyes and fire in her soul.
“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.”
