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The tears of a fairy from a wood so deep. The fig of a vorgrath from his mate’s keep. The scale of a selkie burnished gold. The bone of a wood witch a century old. The midnight sliver of a Shade Queen’s horn. The sacrifice of two lovers torn.
“The Noctis and the Solis will never share the same realm in peace.”
Still, when Haven held the runestones, she could feel something. A connection, an emotion, as if an invisible thread ran from the stone connecting her to the Nihl—which was, for her, impossible.
In fact, the only Solis she’d ever met had stolen her from her family and sold her into slavery. This Sun Lord, pretty as he was, would be no different.
Emotions are tools. Only feel them when they’re useful.
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“Magick is not free, Mortal. It always takes something of equal value in return. But it is an ancient master, with a mind of its own and desires we can only begin to fathom. And that makes its price unpredictable, sometimes ruinous—particularly for mortal flesh. Be glad mortals cannot harness dark magick. That price you cannot pay.”
Like most of the crossbreeds in the camp that touted Noctis blood, what she assumed were disfigured wings mounded beneath his kaftan, making him appear slightly hunch-backed.
“The point is, your brain may choose one thing—it may even convince you that choice is honorable, and right, and the only way—but your heart will follow its own path. That path may not be logical, it may not even make sense, but the heart does not care.”
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“Not quite,” an amused male voice purred. “Though, you are the first mortal to come to the Netherworld alive.”
“I need you to break the Curse.”
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She remembered the first time she wore the pants. The way the eyes of the male courtiers and servants who used to watch her changed from interest to indifference. As if she went from something that could be bought and owned to nothing. An anomaly, at best.
The oaths she made blazed bright in her mind. Four oaths bound in honor. One to protect Bell. One to break the curse and free him. One to bring the vorgrath venom back to Rook. And one to train with the Lord of the Netherworld.
All Haven knew for sure was, for a fleeting moment, she wasn’t so alone after all.
