Their War (The Female #3)

by Invi Wright

“You’re my incubus, and I love feeding you.”

He craves peace, and I’m happy he seems to be finding it.

and lust surges within me as I take in his bloodied state. He’s covered in it, none of it his, and I want more. I want him.

I place a palm between his shoulder blades, silently ordering him to straighten his spine before we continue. He needs to put his best foot forward.

Does she think I don’t love her? I’m hurt, so fucking hurt, but I’ve never stopped loving her.

I still want her scar. It’s symbolic, and I want every female to know I’m spoken for.

Aziel’s relatively easy to bully into doing the things I want, but Silas can be stubborn.

My exhaustion is still bone-deep, but I no longer feel moments away from death.

It’s not healthy, I know that, but I’ve never been known for my mental stability.

“Fate can be ruined, made worse, if you speak on things that shouldn’t be known.”

“No, you can’t be trusted because you’re a fucking fate. A fate who knows everything but does nothing.”

Their relationship is weird and—frankly—pretty unhealthy, but it seems to work for them.

I promised I wouldn’t kill anybody, but talking was too slow and ineffective.

His desperate need to protect us is cute, but it’s still annoying.

I’m more than happy to wait. Well, I’m actually fucking miserable, but I will wait nonetheless.

If she wants to speak poorly about us, she will do it while I eavesdrop.

I don’t need to breathe anything that isn’t her pussy.

I’m afraid I’ll blink and my babies will be adults.

You hit a female in the throat once, and suddenly, she’s got a lifelong grudge against you.