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A WOLF WAS a versatile creature.
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.
The only time a member of the Sanasrothian Court gave off any scent at all was after they had fed, when the spark of life that lingered in their victim’s blood still echoed with the emotions they had felt as they died. Like the faintest trace of perfume that lingered after a hug.
“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.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I snarled. “I’m saving the fucking fox!”
I gripped Bill’s mane, sending one last prayer to the gods, and we rode like the wind.
“And the day you save me on a battlefield, I’ll put on a dress and dance a fucking jig.”
“Don’t you know? There isn’t much I wouldn’t sacrifice to make you happy, Osha. A little healing magic is the least of it.”
“Well, I suppose if no one else is going to say it, then I will. You look downright fuckable, Saeris Fane.” I turned, wearing a chagrined frown, already preparing for the fallout that would follow on the heels of that comment.
Five vampire lords ruled beneath the vampire monarch—the Lords of Midnight—of which Taladaius was one. Regardless of sex, they had always been referred to as Lord, and apparently that wasn’t changing anytime soon. I hadn’t met the other Lords yet, and truthfully, I had no desire to meet them, either. From what I’d been told, they were savages, cutthroat and power hungry, and any of them would rip my head off for a shot at the crown. They were bound by the Law of Ascension, though. They had to acknowledge me first before they could try to steal my throne. And if they acknowledged me, they had
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Most couples flirted by making eyes at each other or complimenting each other’s outfits. We did it by discussing how best to murder our enemies.
“I am no child. My name is Saeris Fane, and I am your queen.”
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.
“Don’t even think about it, or I’ll take you right here,” he panted. Holy. Fucking. Gods.
I tore my eyes away from Fisher and gasped aloud when I saw the Hall of Tears again. Really looked upon it, as if seeing it for the first time. The figures stitched into the wall hangings writhed and cavorted, glimmering in the torchlight. Flecks of gold and silver danced in the air. The darkness had swept away, revealing sumptuous furnishings, and paintings hanging from the walls, and sprays of night-blooming flowers in tall vases, throughout the hall. Suddenly, crushingly, the Hall of Tears had become beautiful.
“I’ve killed more people than I can count. I lost the parts of myself that knew how to feel anything other than pain and sorrow centuries ago. But for better or worse, you have brought me back to life.”
“You taste like the end of the fucking world,” he purred. “Just kill me and be done with it. Nothing will ever be better than this.”
“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?
They weren’t my mother’s style or her colors at all. She had simply foreseen a day when Saeris would come and had left an entire wardrobe for her—a gift for the beloved female that she would never call daughter.
And they had been sweet. Beautiful. Breathtaking, even. But they hadn’t been her
Their bodies were still strapped to the tree, but something had changed. The feeders’ limbs were fused with the rough trunk, flesh melting into bark. Their skin was gray and sallow, covered in a thin network of black vines that wrapped around the oak, strangling it.
Where the black ooze spread, rot and decay followed after it.
“Ed-Edina,” the thing stuttered. “Edina. Edina. I am Edina.”
“What kind of book?” I demanded. “And why do I need it?” “Sm-small,” she wheezed. “But thick. Blue. There is a butterfly…” “A butterfly? On the cover?”
“It’s hidden,” she rasped, “among the stars.” “What does that mean?” “The stars…” Edina’s eyes rolled back into her head. “Hey!” “Hundreds and… hundreds of… stars.”
I have seen it, Saeris. Find the book. Stop the spread. It’s the only way.”
“An Alchemist must seal her runes,” she rasped. “You are a well that runs deep. When you were marked with your runes, their magic began pouring into you. It flows and it flows. It will not… stop…”
His voice was rough when he said, “Why were you calling my mother’s name?”
“I could have loved her. Truly,” Carrion said softly. “But this place broke me centuries before Saeris was born. I made the mistake of letting myself fall for a human once, and believe me when I say that once was enough. A long time ago, someone told me that the pain of loss was a temporary thing. That it would soften as the years went by, until the ache became an old friend that felt comfortable to be around. But the person who told me that was human.” He sighed the kind of sigh that had been held in for a thousand years. “I didn’t have much to go on when it came to my kind, but it always
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Carrion on series and how he loves her omg ....this hurt a bit my boi is hurting
“I could spend the rest of eternity right here and die happy,” he rumbled. “I could fuck you and feast on you until the ages turned and the suns all died and burned out in the skies, and I still wouldn’t have had enough of you.”
