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Luck was a lesser-spirit that only the lazy and the foolish prayed to.
He caught her by the arm and steadied her just before her knee hit the ground. “If you need another fake alias—you know, for your next late night chat at a shady inn—then I think you should go with Grace.” It was too dark to see his smirk, but she could hear it in his voice.
He intrigued her. Which for some reason only made her want to stab him more.
“Something tells me Miss Azalea isn’t—nor will she ever be—interested in servicing you again.” The smile slowly spreading across his face was devastating enough on its own; the low, dulcet tones he next spoke in were simply…unfair. “I’ll stick with Thorn then, I suppose.”
“It’s hardly a sign of weakness to be able to keep going in spite of the weight of everything you just told me.”
“Okay, next question. Favorite color?” His gaze briefly locked on hers. “Green,” he said, sounding as if he’d just decided on it at that exact moment.
SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP
He closed his eyes once more. “You don’t have to stop. I kind of like the feel of your fingers against me—it tells me that you’re still here.”
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You’re a rather…captivating combination of fearless and faint-hearted.”
“You’re much nicer after you’ve had a near-death experience. You should almost die more often.”
he pulled away from her, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice was a rasp. “No. You probably shouldn’t have.” Her words were just as hoarse as his had been. “But maybe you should do it again.”
His grip in her hair grew tighter, as if he were trying to hold on to something—anything—to keep himself from sinking deeper into that temptation. “This isn’t a good idea.” “I promise you it’s not the worst one I’ve ever had.” “I don’t doubt that.” His laughter was a bit quiet. A bit… wicked. “And I promise you that there is currently nothing I would like more than to carry you up to my bedroom and pleasure you until you couldn’t think straight. Or walk straight, for that matter.”
She had missed him. And he had missed her, judging by the way his tired eyes brightened at the sight of her. “I expected you sooner, Captain,” she informed him. He flashed her a crooked grin. “Sorry I’m late.”
if they don’t continue this throughout the series i’ll throw up
All he said, in a voice as cold as his magic, was a single word. “Stop.” Caden did not stop. The claws of magic tightened around Cas’s mind, and a pained gasp escaped her. An instant later Elander had Caden by the throat. He lifted him several inches off the ground, and his voice somehow reached an even more terrifying level of cold as he gave a second command. “Keep your fucking magic away from her.”
Although tonight it’s more about the way you look in that rain than anything else.” “Which is like a half-drowned rat dredged up from the river, I suspect.” “The most stunning half-drowned rat I’ve ever seen.”
“How many other women, then?” He didn’t reply. “Men?” He snorted. “Just women. And just one, really.” “Only one?” “Only one that mattered in the end.”
“Your name is not Azalea,” he continued, stepping inside. “It is not Thorn, or Casia Greythorne, or Silenna Tessur. It is Valori de Solasen, the true Queen of the Kingdom of Melech, and the Queen-Empress of the Kethran Empire.”
