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Oh? So you’ve been imagining this, then, have you, Little Osha? My blood lit on fire in my veins. The suggestive tone in his voice in my head would have made even the girls who worked at Kala’s blush. No. It was too late, though. My cheeks were glowing, and Fisher was chuckling under his breath, rolling back his sleeve. 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.
All subjects of the Blood Court of Sanasroth are forbidden from harming, hindering, or killing me, my mate, or any of my friends. Additionally, from this moment onward, no feeder enthralled to a high blood of this court may be used for the purposes of war, malice, or mayhem. I have spoken. It is done!”
But the rest of me was relieved that my friends still had laughter in their souls. They had suffered, too. Their losses also piled high. They’d had to watch our people being brutalized, eaten, and turned every day. And if my friends could still find it in themselves to laugh, then I was glad of it. That meant that maybe there was hope for me, too.
“All right, then. I take it that means that I should not attempt to touch your girlfriend?” “Oh, sinners,” Lorreth muttered under his breath. “She isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my mate,” Fisher said quite amicably. “And if any part of your body, literally any part of it, comes into contact with hers, then I will remove it.” Carrion thought about this. “What about if she’s hanging off a cliff by one hand and can’t hold on much longer? Can I touch her then?” “Where am I in this unlikely scenario?” “Probably dead.” Fisher just gave him a tight smile. “If I’m dead, then—”
Carrion laughed off the offer, and his scent hit the back of my nose—not necessarily offensive, but very, very obvious. It was pungent as wine and rich as perfume. I knew the others smelled it, too, from the way they all started politely breathing though their mouths. This is what they’d all been smelling on me whenever Fisher and I were together? Gods alive, that was mortifying.
“I told you once that I was disappointed by how breakable humans were. Remember?” Oh, I remembered. “You’re not human anymore, Saeris. Think you can keep up with me now?”
Her hands had touched it. Her hands had made it. That made me feel… Fuck, I just ached for her. I wanted her here, next to me. I wanted to hold her; the fact that she wasn’t in my arms right now felt like the greatest injustice that had ever been inflicted upon me. There was no breathing my way past it.
“I had no idea what you would mean to me. I had no idea what I would do to keep you safe. When I close my eyes, you are all I fucking see, Saeris Fane. 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.” My heart tripped in my chest. Hearing him speak this way? To me? Having him love me like this? It healed me.
“I won’t drink. I just… I want you to feel…” “I’m feeling everything I need to right now.” A teasing smile took over his features as he rocked his hips forward, letting me know that he was right there, the head of his cock right at my entrance. “Believe me. This is perfect.”
in love with someone else. He did it for Zovena.”
“Gracia,” he said softly. “Gracia is dead.”
He looked exhausted. Ready to give up. He nodded, breathing deep, indicating that he could stand on his own, but rather than letting him go, I pulled him into a hug. Saeris wasn’t here. But if she was, this is what she would have done for him. Carrion immediately tried to pull away, but I hugged him tighter—too tight, maybe—refusing to let him go. He sagged, burying a single, choked cry into my chest, and that was all I heard out of him.
My mate. They’d hurt her. They’d taken something sacred from her here, in this awful place. Not her right to have children. But her right to make such an important decision for herself. I made them pay, and I did not stop. Not when the new guardians who arrived turned and tried to flee. Not when they scrambled on their hands and knees and begged for mercy. The men of this ward treated their women like chattel. Like possessions, without minds, dreams, or hopes of their own. They used them for sex, or else violated their bodies and stole their rights. They had murdered Saeris’s mother. They
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I wanted to kill the bastards for what they’d done to my mate. For what they’d done to her mother. For what they were still doing to this ward. My vengeance was incomplete. A heavy debt was still owed by the men who carried out Madra’s orders. It wouldn’t be settled until the streets of this city were piled high with their corpses and a mountain of golden armor blotted out the suns. But vengeance was going to have to wait.

