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“Godsblood, will you wait, woman!
“To be fair, your chivalry, however dark and morbid and brimming with lunacy it may have been, warmed my heart. No one has ever offered to destroy the world for me.” “I’m nothing if not fiendishly and soullessly chivalrous.”
A burst of laughter flew past her lips, and as if it’d startled her, she slapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I must be deliriously exhausted, but…a hare is hardly the proper depiction of you.” She laughed again, the sight of her making Zevander chuckle. Still wearing a grin, she turned to look at him. “What is it?” “Your laughter. It’s pleasing to hear.”
“Yours is not derived from the sun or moon. It lives in the heart of Aethyria. It is the molten blackness that pumps through the veins of our world. Few gods take physical form, but this one lives within you.” Zevander puzzled his words. “Who?” “Deimos. The god of sablefyre and destruction.” Zevander’s laugh began as a slow and dissonant chuckle, but the more he thought about the old man’s words, the more ridiculous it sounded in his head.
“His name is Zevander.” “Zevander? What kind of name is that?” “Vespyri,” Zevander said from behind, leaning against the doorframe. “It means to move with a quickness.”
“I’ve walked this world for so long, searching for you.” His brow tightened. “Centuries have gnawed at me, hollowing me to the bone. I didn’t know how starved I was, or what I craved, until I found you.” Both hands gripping my bottom, he pulled me closer and crushed his lips to mine. “I will never be worthy of your light, the purity of your heart, but I’m too selfish to spare you from this darkness I carry. Godsblood, I would follow you to the edge of existence and into the black void.”
“Every one of these scars is precious to me. More precious than coin or crown.”
“You’re a fate I never dared to dream, moon witch. The stars I was never meant to grasp. But seeing how this gluttonous world devours the unclaimed, I’m calling you mine.” He dragged me into a kiss that burned across my mouth and deep inside my chest.
“My concern is that I won’t be able to stay away from you now, moon witch. I crave every part of you—body, mind and breath. You consume me, and gods help you, there is no escape. You’re in my blood.” He cradled my cheek, brows pulled tight. “Mercy be damned, I’ll tear the world asunder to feed this relentless ache carved by your hands.”
“And you call me stubborn.” “I prefer to call it tenaciously protective of what’s mine
