Duskbound

by Bree Grenwich

"Now you're bringing life back to a realm that so many had given up on."

"But you gave us something we'd lost. Something even I had forgotten was possible." "What's that?" "Hope."

"All of those decades spent here, all of the sleepless nights searching for any kind of meaning to my existence—it was so that I could find you."

"I give myself to you,"

"My life, my shadows, my loyalty—they belong to you now. Not because you're the heir to this realm, but because you're the only thing I've ever wanted to believe in."

"I've never wanted anything the way I want you." "Then have me,"

“People worship at altars, correct?”

“Your hips can be mine.”

I'd spent my life running from power, from desire, from anything that threatened to consume me. But the way he touched me now made me want to burn.

If this was how stars died—in fire and fury and perfect destruction—then let me blaze with them until there’s nothing left but the endless dark.

"War," I managed through hoarse lungs. "We go to war."