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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.
“Mm-hmm, now I truly want to take you to my chambers.”
“Or I might just snap your neck, little white dove.”
“Life marks us all in one way or another.”
“The only scars truly ugly are usually the ones on the inside, anyway.”
“Sparkling among the stars.”
Why won’t you leave me alone?” “Because you’re mine. Mine to hurt. Mine to agonize. Mine to break.” His cool, minty breath broke against my skin, sending a shudder across my heated body. “I will come for you, Galantia. May it take a year or a lifetime, I will come for you.” “And then?” “Then I will shatter you into a million pretty pieces.”
“But instead of leaving you wrecked and ruined, I’ve decided that I will put you back together in my grotesque image. Will take your pain and pleasure, your tears and blood, your moans and screams, so I may put you back together… all… wrong.”
“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.”
“Little white dove, you assured me you would be mine to do with as I please, remember? Mine to break. Mine to hurt. Mine to torment. And mine to share.”
“People can still see the scars.” Galantia put the brush down. “They will be invisible to those who truly love you.”
When it came to Malyr, I couldn’t help myself but expect his ulterior motive of breaking me behind every touch, every whisper, every hint of charm. But then again, Sebian’s charm had apparently harbored an ulterior motive just as wicked. But he’d hid it, whereas Malyr had only ever been open about his intent. Did that not make him safe in his honesty? His kindness trustworthy?
Fate always makes it so, creating the perfect bond that runs deeper than death.”
“Little dove,” his whisper came with a salty kiss to my lips before he straightened and placed his own by my ear, “love is tragedy.”
