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Emotions painted the blood. Happiness. Anger. Sorrow. Lust. Each gave off its own energy.
Humans were not good at taming their feelings. They felt everything so rudely, right out in the open, with no awareness of how their reactions might affect those with finer senses.
“They’re going to… destroy her, you know? It has already… been seen. This court will… fall… with her inside it.”
And he could have his reasons, so long as none of them involved him harboring any sort of hope that Saeris was going to confess her undying love for him. That wasn’t happening.
Carrion thought all kinds of ridiculous things mattered when they did not.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I snarled. “I’m saving the fucking fox!”
And I was not about to let that little fox die.
He squinted at the smuggler as if he could actually see the stupid on him.
“And the day you save me on a battlefield, I’ll put on a dress and dance a fucking jig.”
The universe could end and Carrion Swift wouldn’t have run out of questions.
I knew the hard defiance she wore on her like a shield, but I hadn’t met her grief yet. It was an unwelcome stranger I wanted to banish as soon as possible; its presence in the room made my chest ache.
She thought that, and she had still handed him over to me. She’d trusted me to do what had needed to be done, to save her companion from pain…
We were of one another, bound to one another,
THE DRESS WAS made for sinning.
I was the same as I had ever been, and yet I wasn’t.
“You should leave Nimerelle here. They’ll see you carrying a weapon as an act of aggression.” “Good.” My mate’s expression went dark with the promise of violence. “It is.”
You can own your fantasies with me, Little Osha. There is nothing in this realm or the next that I won’t give to you if you desire it. All you ever need do is ask.
Holy. Fucking. Gods.
She was breathtaking as she turned and faced the hall, her eyes lit with a galaxy of stars. She was the center of that galaxy.
We were separate beating chambers of the same heart now.
“Come now, Osha. Where else would an acolyte kneel to worship but at the altar of his god?”
I’m just a male, he answered in an agonized tone. I’ve never worked a miracle in my life. What gives you… the impression I’d be able to start… working them now?
But it was useless, glancing over a shoulder and wishing to change the past. That was the pastime of fools and politicians.
There would be shouting. There would be large-scale panic. There would be a lot of scrambling… and then the dying would start.
The smuggler was standing frozen in the middle of the hall with his hands outstretched, knees bent, ass sticking out like he’d shit himself.
Lorreth was with Carrion in the training hall, attempting to whip him into shape, and without the warrior at my side to remind them of their manners, it seemed as though the members of the Blood Court had taken to staring.
Error??
“A mind full of shadows is a dangerous thing. When you already live in the darkness, hell is right there at your fingertips. So thin, the veil.
“If you think a broken hand is going to stop me from fucking you properly, Osha, then please…” He spoke against my mouth, his lips brushing mine, his breath fanning over my face. “Let me disabuse you of that notion.”
I could be dead in the ground five thousand years and the frosts could have taken my bones, and still no other male will ever have loved another female the way that I love you.”
“The injustice! You dream of your girlfriend, you’re healed by her, get laid, and wake up brand-spanking-new. Meanwhile, I dream that I’d been turned into a goat, and I wake up with a mouth drier than the glass flats, covered in suspect pox marks!”
Because boy oh fucking boy, was I going to cause a fucking scene.
The world was all crimson and death.
For the first time in history, the shining banner in the north fell into darkness.
Does your mate need to be wary of new faces?”—causing all kinds of chaos to unfold inside me, but I did not give in to panic.
“I can see that plain as day. He’s a Fae warrior, and he’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer.”
“I’m not offended, per se. Just a little… outraged.”
“It doesn’t matter. My soul is on fire. Tell me yours isn’t.”
“My soul is on the winds,”
“Wherever we go, we go together.”
he were still learning how to be gentle with his hands. “When I look at you, I feel as though I’m peering into a mirror,” he said quietly. “I can speak into your mind, but it’s still a mystery to me. I feel as if I should already know your every thought.”
I flicked the top of his pointed ear, and the Bane of Gillethrye yelped like a startled dog.
“I’d spend the fortunes of the universe to protect you. I’d drain the seas dry. Fell every tree. I would sacrifice the sun from the fucking sky and surrender the stars, too, if I could. But those things aren’t mine to give. All I have is my life. It isn’t much, but I’d spend it and consider the price small if it meant keeping you safe.”
“There are worse ways to go mad, Osha. If I get to fuck my way to insanity with you, then I’d call that a win.”
This thing between us, it was love, yes. But it was obsession, too.
“Is it weird, knowing that people’s balls retract up into their bodies whenever you’re around?”
I do love to mar a pretty thing.”
Yes, it was primal. Yes, it was petty. No, it was not very progressive of me to want to mark her in this way. I didn’t fucking care.
You can wear your leathers and fight every day of the year. I would never ask you not to. But sometimes, if you wanted to… you’re allowed to soften, Saeris. You’re allowed to stop baring your teeth at the world and take a breath. Because I’ve got you.”
What a fucking joke.
Hide the truth from people, and you kept them in the dark. Burn the books, and you got to rewrite history and the future.
