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This book is dedicated to the Booktok community who are a classy barrel of loons that would love nothing more than to have a winged Fae to show up on their doorstep and whisk them away to a forced marriage in the Fae realm (“Oh no! How terrible! please don’t tie me up, marry me and spank me pleaaaaaase, Mr Hot Wings!”)
silka la vin,”
“Now go to your room like a good girl. The soul-tie will demand that you return to me soon.” “I will never return,” I vowed in a hiss. “You have no idea how deep this magic runs, silka la vin,” he said, a warning veiled between those words. “You are my Fearsire and the meaning of that name will soon spark a terror in you that you will never forget.”
Only a fool cages a wild creature and expects it to remain trapped forever, Kaiser Brimtheon.
“I had forgotten how it felt…” he rasped, a crease forming on his brow. “How is it possible to forget such fear? Such pain? Such loss?” I tried to get up, needing to escape the burning hot cage of his body but his hands hardened on me, his muscles tensing in warning. “Do not leave,” he growled, the command weakened by the quiet desperation lacing those words. “Without you, I will return to that vacant place, that hellish nothing.”
“You’re my enemy. My mother’s killer,” I spat. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last Fae on earth and I was doomed to die unless I rode your cock for ten seconds.”
“Then it sounds like you aren’t doing it right, spectre. Because if I fucked you, I assure you, you’d forget every other star-damned thing. From your name to mine, to every star in the sky and drop of water in the ocean. Nothing would exist aside from you and me.”
“Silka la vin,” he croaked a laugh, a beautifully tragic freedom in his eyes. “Killer of mine.”

