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February 17 - March 1, 2022
Maddox had been given Violence, the demon who was now as much a part of him as his lungs or his heart.
Torin was possessed by the spirit of Disease.
Torin, of course, was keeper of Disease. Lucien was keeper of Death. Reyes, of Pain. Aeron, of Wrath. Paris, of Promiscuity.
They had trained female Bait to seduce and distract while they swooped in for the kill. That’s how they managed to murder Baden, keeper of Distrust.
He was like the dragons in the fairy tales McIntosh had read her: too lethal to tame, too mesmerizing to walk away from.
His frown deepened. He rubbed his cheek with one hand and held her still with the other. “Women do not hit me. Women love me.”
Pain was the only thing that satisfied him, the only thing that made him feel alive.
“I was never a human. I was created a warrior, meant to guard the king of gods.
“Please.” She peered down at her feet, hiding the emotion, the storm. “I never should have told you to ask rather than demand. It’s irresistible!”
SABIN, KEEPER OF DOUBT,
But Sabin couldn’t lie—if he tried, the demon went crazy and Sabin passed out cold. Strange reaction to wickedness, but he could not stop it. What he could do was project his thoughts into another’s mind, filling them with mistrust and worry as he wove a web of doubt through questions and observations.
Gideon was possessed by the spirit of Lies. Unlike Sabin, the man couldn’t utter a single truth.
Gideon opened his mouth to answer—with a lie—but Kane, possessor of Disaster,
Strider held Defeat inside of him, he had to win, no matter what he was doing—war, cards, ping-pong—or he suffered physically, unable to move from bed for days.
Amun could divine secrets—deep, deep secrets—when in close proximity with someone.
“I did not have a childhood. I was created already a man, already a soldier.”
In that moment, Maddox fell completely, absolutely, irrevocably in love with her.
“You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn’t truly live. Now I live, even in my death.”
Never would she have thought pleasure and pain could mix so potently.
He’d gone into the forest looking for a monster, but found salvation instead.
I am angry, yet I am dictating my own actions, he thought, baffled. I decide. It was strange. Wondrous and exhilarating. And he owed this newfound control to Ashlyn.
“Fairy tales teach determination, perseverance and sacrifice.
cut himself for pleasure, for relief. He had to. Sometimes, he felt he would die if he didn’t.
“Uh, discussing sacrifice here. Concentrate. I’m not disobeying direct orders just so you can piss on this sweet little revolt I’ve got going. I asked you a question and I’d like a straight answer.”
