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The hot-blooded part extended to more than just sex, it was an all-encompassing possessiveness that demanded warlocks destroy anyone who upset their mate.
Conquester livara incidium morando. The ancient language of magic users was no longer part of our day-to-day speech, but we still used it in spells. Everyone knew the rough translation of the motto: “To conquer life you must first accept death.”
Alice cleared her throat, looking uncomfortable. “You’re not making it up. Logan looked exactly like that, and you two were inseparable. Even though he’s Trevor’s age, he just gravitated toward you and was überprotective.”
Meanwhile, you’d catch me constantly telling everyone no worries, which was a blatant lie—all I had were worries. Especially today.
“Murder or not, maybe you two should bang it out first. Imagine the hate fucking. That’s way too fine a warlock to waste as a nemesis if there’s no hate fucking.”
“Repeat after me, we don’t fuck bad boys.” Belle opened her mouth, and then slammed it shut. “Sorry, I can’t. My programming is preventing me from lying.”
“Definitely enemies,” Belle confirmed, patting my arm. “I vote for enemies with benefits, because there was tension, Paisley. All the tension.”
“Precious?” he murmured, that one word dripping with fury. Maybe it was my sanity failing with my life, but it didn’t sound as if his ire was directed at me. For once. “Who hurt you?”
Logan’s unamused laughter rasped over my sensitive and burning skin. “Your life has been in my hands for years, and I’m not ready for it to end yet.”
Logan crouched down until we were eye level. “You’re a puzzle,” he said. “You were when you were four, and you remain so now. Don’t expect to fit in the same slot as everyone else.”
“What have I asked from you in return?” Logan said, his laser focus reducing me to ash, just like the chapel. “As you’re well aware, I’m more generous in giving than receiving.”
“This is the true potential of your energy,” he murmured. “Our energy together,” I breathed.
“Look at me,” he demanded. Whatever strength I’d been channeling was yanked away in that one command. My gaze met ice laced in fire, the green all but swirling with power. “Hear me now, Paisley Hallistar. There’s always only been one endgame for us. The journey might vary, but the end will never fucking change. Our endgame was written when you were four.”
