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She was never theirs anyway. Not really. From the moment the songbird tried to appeal to the serpent, she was mine.
“So, who are you, little bird?” A rush of something dangerous hummed in my bones. “Yours, I suppose. For a little while.” My shadow made a noise, a sound deep and throaty like a growl. He leaned his masked face near mine; the heat in his strange eyes burned in desire. “Speak more words like that, and I will need to keep you longer than a little while.”
“Careful with your threats of my untimely death, love, or you might end up stealing my heart.”
We all have a darkness within us, and desperation to survive can reveal the cruelest pieces.”
Hate me, curse me, I cared little, so long as I was the first thought of her day and the last of her night.
As though she’d unlocked some hidden cavern in the scorched edges of my heart and released the sunlight, shattering a prism of light in endless directions, in endless thoughts and feelings.
“Still hate me?” “Always,” I said, desperate to either shove him back or pull him close. I gripped the quilts. Erik’s mouth turned up in a half grin, but his words were rife with something soft, something vulnerable. “Hate me all you want, but don’t regret me. Promise me that.”
“Love can bring more darkness than we can imagine. I’ve seen the lengths my people have gone to protect the ones they love. They embrace darkness, they burn worlds, crumble empires, all to keep those they love breathing. That passion is what won peace in the land realms. Love can be the most violent, the most powerful of weapons, Bloodsinger. Power can be taken away, but that kind of love—that lives beyond the Otherworld.”
“I am in your hands, I am at your command, for you have made me love you, and you will be my destruction because of it.”
