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I’d never before felt so completely exposed yet wholly accepted. Cherished. Maybe even loved, if we’d had more time . . .
“There’s nothing crueler than time,” I murmured. “It stretches when you’re in pain, flies away if you’re happy, and crushes you when you remember all the years that are now gone.”
His grin was everything that made Ian unforgettable.
“My last memory was the look on your face. There’s no chance you forgot any of it.”
Ian paused in his slaughter to swing an amazed glance my way. “Do you need a moment alone with yourself so the two of you can sort this out?”
As the saying goes, sometimes you have to kick the darkness until it bleeds daylight. Besides, fear can be a good thing. It reminds you not to take what you care about for granted.”
It was also ironic. Leah hadn’t become a witch until after she’d been executed as one back when the American colonies were new.
Because you’re trying to be the first vampire to kill another vampire from sheer stress alone!
“She’s a real bitch,” I muttered. Ian gave me a wary look. “Who?” “Karma. Has to be a woman. Nothing else is that vicious, patient, or effective.”
Gods tend to point out their followers’ hypocrisy, and few want that.”
“I know you can, but I, too, have always longed for a sibling,” Ashael replied, dark eyes now blazing red. “You are my only family this side of the veil. I’ve had twice your lifespan to feel abandoned, abnormal, and alone, so some blood and pain are nothing if they’re the cost of my sister’s forgiveness.”
“Family,” he said in a conversational tone. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t kill ’em unless you really, really mean it.”
I hadn’t known that regret could manifest as physical pain until this moment.
“As long as I’ve known you, Veritas, I’ve either admired you as an ally, respected you as an equal, or been wary of you as an adversary. Now, it is my great honor to welcome you to my family as a daughter.” Ian’s smirk said, Told you he’d do this.
Can’t take any chances with those we love, can we?”
Ian’s smile made ice roll over my skin despite it being aimed at Ereshki, not me. If death indulged in foreplay before getting to the final act, it would start with that smile.
Ian’s gaze swung to me, an incredulous form of rage in his expression. “Tell me this arsehole is lying, and you didn’t forget to tell me you’re no longer immortal!”
“It should upset you more that I lived in a world that forced me to hide what I was,” I replied. “I was born different, but that doesn’t mean I was born wrong. No one is. What’s wrong are the laws that make people like me hide what we are because others are too bigoted or too afraid to let us live in peace.”
