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Nightmares always drew stares. Whenever someone looked at me, they saw whatever face they believed the most beautiful. Like the nightmares that came at night, we were meant to be seductive. We were designed to lure our victims in. Then, when it was too late to draw back, we struck.
“Do you get punched a lot? You seem like the kind of faerie who gets punched a lot.”
“The first thing you should understand is that I am not a man. Let there be no illusions about that. I don’t have human instincts or desires.”
“You are a queen, Fortuna Sworn,”
“And who’s going to look after me?” “Oh, Fortuna. Do I really need to tell you how resilient you are?
“Go to hell.” “Haven’t you heard?” Jassin leaned close. He smelled like everything tempting and addictive. Like chocolate. Like sex. “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”
“Satan came to my christening, little boy. Stay out of my way, or I’ll make you piss in your fancy clothes.”
“They will write songs about you, Fortuna Sworn. Oh, how they’ll laugh and sing. You’ll be a legend. The female who married the King of the Unseelie Court and didn’t even know it.”
With every lash, I lost more than skin and blood. I lost the potential to someday love my mate.
