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The circular room we enter is massive.
LOW TAPER FADE
I had to leave all my things up on top of the mountain, right next to my dignity. Rest in peace.
“Hungry?” Izabel teases as I chew. I swallow and nod. “Fattening myself up for when Anassa decides to eat me. Want to make the experience nice for her.”
“You fucked with the wrong woman,” a voice growls—mine, I realize belatedly—as I tear his jaw open and slam his own severed hand into it.
“Sure,” I grumble, “if you find murderous psychos sexy.” “Do you not?” Kristof quips.
I DO I DO I DO
“Tell me your list of what an Alpha needs to be, and I’ll write down what I’m missing.” His eyes glow again. He liked that answer. “You should… What are you writing?” I lift up the page to show him what I’ve scrawled out as my first priority. Work on my glower. His lips press together. “Funny.”
I pretend to write another note. “Destroy… my… sense of humor,” I mock-record. “What’s next, oh wise one?”
And in case my implication is not crystal fucking clear: You touch her again and I’ll cull you myself.”
“Hurt me then, Alpha Stark.”
Me next
He’s brought us to an inn,
PLEASE BE ONE BED
“I’m sorry, sir, I’ve only got one room left,
WITH ONE BED????
I stand in the inn room’s doorway, staring at the single bed while snow swirls outside the window.
LETS GO ONE BED TROPE FOR THE WIN
Suddenly Stark is on me, his face thunderous, backing me into the tiny corner. “Who did this to you?” he demands ferociously, one calloused hand clamping hotly on my thigh.
HAHA NO WAY! ALL THE BEST TROPES IN ONE BOOK
“You’re not going to get any sleep like that. Come on, the bed is big enough to fit both of us.”
LETS GOOOOOO GET NAKED
Holding my gaze, he lowers his head and licks the fresh tattoos again, slow and deliberate.
Me next
My fingers tighten in Stark’s hair. He opens his mouth wider, bares his teeth, and bites at my flesh.
“Do you have any idea what it felt like to watch you at the Forging Ball in the dress I picked for you”—What?!—“swirling
“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.”
can you be mine?
“I hunted you down. I sought you out. I made you mine.”
Too bad. He was hot and good in bed
“And the kids? My sister?” I ask. “Was your father draining them?” “Yes, love.”
Hes really hot now that hes evil lmao. Something is wrong with me...
