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The pain is real. The whimper is not. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-three years alive, it’s this: Women in pain give men confidence.
Confidence makes men sloppy. And sloppy men are easy targets.
He’s not the kind of person who understands how lethal grace can be.
Siphons, our ancient, monstrous enemy from the neighboring country of Astreona.
The Bonded are the king’s most elite forces, soldiers who have mental bonds with massive, fearsome direwolves. They ride the wolves into battle and, rumor has it, the riders can even tap into the magic that the direwolves wield.
The Siphons might be our enemy, but I’m certain this man is the true face of evil.
“Nocturn is trapped,” she hisses, and the venom in her voice makes my skin prickle. “He’s trapped, and when he escapes, he’s going to tear the world apart.” Mother lunges at Lee, yanking on his tunic. He’s seen her delusional before but never aimed at him. A violent shadow passes over her face.
How the madness runs in my blood, lurking in the shadows, waiting to drag me down into its depths.
Anassa, running in the moonlight, racing down the mountainside, faster than wind. A sun rising, rays blinding and beautiful. A crown, its metal glinting, then drenched in blood.
a story about a goddess who saves herself. I
Lumina.
Is that… whispering?
“Pity. That neck tattoo looks lonely.”
He agreed so quickly to this I was sure he’d misheard my request and thought we were marching off to a mildly incestuous four-way.
“MERYN. Come, now. Nocturn commands it!”
He stiffens behind me, his teeth sinking harder into my neck.
Ohhhhh so thee took hermom nd probavl took her sstter oo
She’s dressed in a crimson gown, her head adorned in a twisting crown slick with blood.
“Nocturn is calling. Are you listening?”
That treasonous voice is back. Why wait for the king’s natural death when there’s someone more fit to rule the throne? “There is,” Anassa agrees, hearing my thoughts. “Stop,” I tell her. “We are not planning a mutiny on our day off.”
Don’t punch the nobles, don’t punch the nobles,
And in case my implication is not crystal fucking clear: You touch her again and I’ll cull you myself.”
“I will never lie to you,”
There’s something familiar about those eyes. Something I recognize faintly in the otherworldly planes of his countenance—but I can’t place
His thumb tugs my bottom lip, and it’s like he casts a spell on me.
“I’m the rightful queen of Nocturna, aren’t I?” I ask. Stark’s eyes spark, he takes a single step back, and he bows down on one knee, hand to his chest. “Welcome home, my queen.”
“Do you know how hard it was to see you with him?” he rasps. “To know who you were, even when you didn’t, sickening magic silencing me? To endure our wolves’ mate bond on top of it all?”
“Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.”
Mine. My psycho asshole. My bloodthirsty killer.
