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Again, Dolion’s words rang true. Since the night he’d snuck into the girl’s room with every intent to kill her, she’d roused a maddening plague on his mind. Why couldn’t he kill her? Why had the flame that he’d known his whole life turned on him?
A deadly allure, fitting for the kind of man who could whisper honeyed words in your ear as he ran a blade through your heart.
“It means you’re persistently frustrating and you ask too many questions.”
The ashes of our dead protect us in battle, the goddess, in death.
From death, we rose. A new generation was born.
Instead, he merely lay across my legs, and I felt a bead of moisture slip over my shin. Tears. His tears. Weeping, as I sang to him. My pulse slowed. My breaths calmed. He no longer looked terrifying to me.
Wearing a slight smile, she sauntered toward the window, and something about her dark
figure set against the misty, aphotic view, and the candles flickering around her, as if the light longed to touch her, made his chest clench. She was beautiful. No, beautiful was too weak a word. She was intoxicating. Exquisitely divine.
“Goodnight, Lunamiszka.” “Do I still annoy you?” she asked. “Endlessly.”
“Aren’t we a pair …” He jerked his head. “Come, Lunamiszka.”
There are those who fear flirting with death, while some of us find it utterly enthralling.”
“What wicked spells you weave, little witch.”
She was chaos wrapped in fine silk. The embodiment of trouble that’d nearly brought him to his fucking knees when he’d first laid eyes on her across the ballroom. So achingly beautiful, his chest hurt.
“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.”
“Some women are fire in your veins and hell between your teeth, Brother. Accept that Maevyth will never be safe. And no one will be safe from you because of it. Now, go find her, or by gods, I will make every day of your life a tribulation.”
A growl rumbled from his chest. “Because I’m a jealous cunt who refuses to entertain thoughts of you lying next to another man. Is that explanation enough?”
“A thousand times I’ve fantasized this moment, and still, I failed to imagine you’d be this perfect.”
“I can’t fucking breathe. I ache for you, Maevyth. Believe me when I say this.”
He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Mates were for those who believed in fate, who gazed at the stars with a longing to capture them. 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.
And in the center of that storm was Maevyth. The only constant. A beacon in a dark, black sea. A light too bright for his eyes, but damn the gods, even if he had to maim and kill for all eternity to keep her safe from his enemies, one fact remained true. She was his. Lunamiszka. My little moon witch.
“A man should not long for madness with such enthusiasm as I feel right now.”
“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.”
