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His eyes were lost to the darkness, but she knew their color all the same: vivid green leading into a burnished gold ring around the iris. Intimately expressive. Absolutely gorgeous, like him. Like he’d been the first time she’d seen him. And the second, when he set loose a chain of events that had nearly killed them all. Words slithered through her mind like a lover’s caress. Hello, little dove. Did you miss me?
“With the size of your ego, it’s a wonder you can fit on this ledge at all.” “That’s how I got so strong. By carrying around my enormous ego.” His grin was devious. “I know you noticed my physique.” He winked.
“This craving… It is almost unbearable,” he murmured. A little louder: “If I take this kiss, I will own it. No one else will taste your lips, or delight in the gratification of your kiss, without being killed for the pleasure. These”—his nose brushed against hers as he cut the distance between their lips in half—“will forever”—her eyes closed—“be mine.”
She jabbed back with her elbow, connecting hard with his chest. “Stop or I’ll walk. If I walk, I’ll try to run. Then you’ll have to chase me, and it’ll be a whole thing. Let’s just get to the Faegate so I can flag down a Celestial and get the hell out of here.”
If my back didn’t hurt so much, I’d make a lewd joke about what this muscle could do in a bedroom. It’s probably for the best. She stepped back to give him space. I’d then make a small-dick joke at your expense. This way you get to keep a little dignity. I’m ecstatic. He wiped his forearm across his forehead, catching his breath.
I am exactly as you thought, Daisy. A powerful thief with a title to open doors. An errand boy for royalty. A crook. A murderer. A jester who doesn’t tell jokes, but who is one. I am their blunt tool, and they titled me for the pleasure of their disdain.”
Forget the man you’ve known these last couple days. That man is about to be put aside. Has to be, if I hope to survive. In his place will be a monster. A master manipulator. Your tormentor. I will do it so it looks like fun. So it looks like I enjoy it. I’ll do it for an audience. And I will be convincing.
“I found that thing. It is not an object, Daisy. It is a human. It is you.”
