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“Do you want to know what is worse than being forced to endure the most depraved acts?” Brisden looked down at where I’d wet myself, grinning. “Liking them.” And I knew then that it wasn’t urine the man forced from me one thrust after another. He cut through my body, past my decaying mind, and straight into my soul. And I felt it crack. Sensed it shatter into a million pieces, filthy and corrupted, never to be whole again.
“Yeh ash valtem lailla ok darrida,” Malyr whispered. “I will forever protect our young. And I would never, ever let my unborn child get anywhere near your father.”
At least, that was what I told myself as I rocked in and out of her, pretending she could be, that I would deserve such a thing as a mate.
Anguish flooded my chest, making me close my eyes against the threat of tears over how nobody ever truly wanted me. Not my father. Not my mother. Not Sebian. Why was I never worthy of love? Never worthy of a kiss? Never worthy of—
How could the goddess show me such a mesmerizing creature bearing the name of my personal demon? She’s a Brisden.
Color bled over the room. Our vision sharpened. With a storm of white wingbeats, my ravens carried me up to the flight hole, and out into the even whiter winter from there. Our plumage blended with the snow and the clouds. Our wings carried us east.
