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the darkness was her home. Her safe place. It called to her.
Rule number five: always trust your instincts.
Right then and there, the fire fae secured a spot at the top of Brynleigh’s “to-kill” list.
Rule number eight: emotions are for mortals, not vampires.
It woke parts of her that had no business being awake right now.
There wasn’t a rule for this.
“You remember the rules?” The ones that Brynleigh had obliterated? Yes. She remembered them far too well.
In the same way that Ryker knew the sky was blue, the grass was green, and his magic was strong, he knew she was meant to be his. They would be partners in every single way. Not just in marriage but also in life. She was the other half that would complete him.
Why did the word hate sound suspiciously like another four-letter word? Something banned that she absolutely could not be feeling.
A sigh that could level cities slipped from Zanri’s mouth.
When Brynleigh was six and Jonah was nine, she’d witnessed the unfortunate event of Jonah eating a worm. There wasn’t enough time to make her forget that.
Step one: get a layout of the land. Step two: find Ryker. Step three: make a new, better plan.
This was going down in history as their worst family dinner, which was a feat.
She wasn’t exactly sure how forgiveness worked—it wasn’t something she’d engaged in particularly often—but it seemed like the better course of action.
Brynleigh didn’t always enjoy wearing dresses, but this one was a favorite. It was comfortable, had pockets, and highlighted all her best assets.
It was insane that she felt so comfortable in his presence, considering that she had been planning to kill him for the majority of their relationship, but his soul called to hers.
“But I want to take care of you. It’s part of my nature. Will you let me do that?” Looking after those he loved wasn’t burdensome for Ryker. It was how he showed affection.
