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“Not all monsters are born from the gods, my queen. Some of us were made.”
“I hate you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.”
“I hate you,” I seethed. “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.”
“I hate you.” It should have broken the moment. It should have pissed him off. But he stared at me like I was something to behold. Something to cherish. Something to protect. “Yes, you do,” he said. “Don’t forget.” “Never.”
The Guardian’s hands and eyes roamed over my body, searching for injury as he knelt beside me. “Where are you hurt?” His voice was frantic.
He took my face in his hands, dropping his forehead to mine. His thumb traced my cheek, and tingles exploded on my skin. “You’re okay.”
What in the six shades was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I shut the fuck up?
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Of course it was him. It had always been him.
“I have to let go.” “Of what?” “You,” I whispered. “You are not mine to keep.”
“I hate you.” The lie came off my tongue, past my teeth, and for once, it sounded convincing. “Yes, you do.”
“You are mine, Odessa.”
“When I am nothing but dust and ash, Turah will endure. I do not need a crown. And I have made peace with my destiny. But before I step into my grave, my choice is you.”
Hot tears dripped to the dirt at my boots. “I love you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.” “Never.” “Neither will I.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I will find you. Here, or in the shades.”
