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He walked off, shouting to his guards, “If anybody asks why Tidestone rang the bells this day, let it be known it was because my strong, dutiful daughter, the Lady Galantia, killed a filthy Raven.” A single tear rolled down my cheek, then another, turning my chest heavy as if they all collected inside my heart. For the first time, it felt full. For the first time, I felt loved.
Oh, he was more handsome than one’s captor ought to be, but in a strange, eerie way. Undeniably Raven.
“Blast these featherless cunts!”
“Fly! Find the pathfinders and lead them like is expected of you. Protect them from our enemy’s arrows!” “My shadows do not protect,” I ground out. “All they do is kill.” “That’ll serve us just fine.
“It’s empty, so it weights nothing.”
*Misspelling
Five hells, he didn’t even possess manners. The only thing he actually did have was the personality of crotch lice.
“Mmm, as much as I hate to confess it, black shadowcloth suits you.” Malyr’s rasping purr vibrated against my temple as those wicked offshoots gathered at my sex with mind-numbing pressure. “And how nicely you are displaying my mark tonight, showing everyone just whom you belong to. Mine to hurt. Mine to torment.”
“You cannot tell me this is the first time you hear this story.
Misspelling
My ribs curled into my heart. What would it feel like to be loved with such intensity? Such unequivocal fortitude that not even death could impose conditions? I wanted to experience such a love so badly…
I looked into his pitch-black eyes, my throat strangling tight. “No matter how much you want to hate me, it’ll never measure up to the loathing my father clearly harbors for me. You think you rendered me worthless? Don’t flatter yourself, Malyr. I was born worthless.”
