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The merchants are distracted, careless, and it’s easy for me to take whatever I want from their wares.
she a little thief thief
Only Silvers can fight in the arenas because only a Silver can survive the arena. They fight to show us their strength and power. You are no match for us. We are your betters. We are gods. It’s written in every superhuman blow the champions land.
This is the true division between Silvers and Reds: the color of our blood.
The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.
Their Silver war is being paid for in Red blood.
I’m Cal, by the way,”
mmhhhh
The crown prince is Cal.
All together you are poor, rude, immoral, unintelligent, impoverished, bitter, stubborn, and a blight upon your village and my kingdom.”
“By marrying—sorry, what’s your name again?”
With my newly pale skin and darkened eyes and lips, I look cold, cruel, a living razor. I look Silver. I look beautiful. And I hate it.
there was ever a person begging for an elbow to the face, it is Evangeline Samos.
can’t even speak when Maven murmurs to me, his voice calm and level in assurance. “You’re doing fine,”
“You’re right, Mare. No one should feel sorry for me.”
“It’s almost over,” he whispers as we near the far end of the hall. “Almost there.”
why is he so cuteeeee
this way, miss—ma’am—my lady.”
“You mean engaged to a stranger? We do have that in common.”
“You heard my bride,” another voice says. His words are firm and hard, the voice of royalty. Maven. “Let her go.”
“Desertion.” The word tastes like blood, like a lie. “Even though he never would.”
“You would know,” I snap, remembering Shade. “Because no matter how hard you try to hide it, I see it all over your hands.”
“Then we’ll be traitors, both of us. Tried for treason, convicted—and killed.”
sounds great
He’s my enemy. Cal is forbidden.
that’s what makes it fun
He doesn’t have to ask what I’m talking about. “You don’t ever have to thank me.” His voice is strangely deep, almost breaking as his eyes darken. “Not for anything.”
His kiss is not at all like his brother’s. Maven is more desperate, surprising himself as much as me. He knows I’m sinking fast, a stone dropping through the river. And he wants to drown with me. “I will fix this,” he murmurs
“I chose the targets.” Cal squeezes his eyes shut, like he can block this all out.
“You told me to find a cause, Father. And I did. Are you proud of me?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Do we have to listen to this?”
the fuck ??!!!
“I choose no one.”
I could set this world on fire and call it rain.”
“I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened.”
I have three older brothers, so when I spit at Maven, my aim is perfect, hitting him square in the eye.
“I have the advantage,” I tell his corpse.
ahhhhhhhh
