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Long ago, darkness and light came together and created beauty… a beauty that will destroy this world.
Could there be something worse than Schizophrenia?
I just forgot things sometimes, dreamed of a kingdom that didn’t exist, and felt like I didn’t belong… in my skin. No, in this world.
You’re so much more than insane, little wolf. The low rumble of his voice wrapped around my mind, deep and smooth, reverberating through my bones. He who had no name, who refused to give me his name, who was always in my head. Something I never told a single soul; otherwise, I’d end up in an asylum.
We all lived with darkness in our heads, and I didn’t want to see their insanity etched on their faces.
Let them hate you. His voice broke through the music. As long as they fear you, little wolf, you will be fine.
When it’s just us two, you respond, and I can make you feel things. Make you forget everything else.
“You can’t break what’s already broken.” I wasn’t talking about your mind.
It’s better to be a wolf than the lamb.
I want you to be mine. To tremble under my touch, to scream my name. To love my bad behavior.
Because inside, you’re a monster just like me. I’m here waiting for you to join me, to fall so deep, you’ll finally find yourself.
You’ve been forgotten, little wolf. But I know exactly who you are. I just need to find you.
I’ll breathe so much easier when I feel your heartbeat, your weight against me.
He’ll pay with his life for ever touching you.
Oh, little wolf… His voice cracked, then faded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You have no idea how far I’ll go for you.
To survive, I had to ignore my feelings, no matter how much they shredded and scarred me. No one saw my insides and all that ugliness but me.
I didn’t want anyone to see them because once they did, they’d find a way to rip that place away from me. To somehow turn the one thing I enjoyed into an explanation for my sickness.
“Guendolyn, we finally found you.”
I recognized him at once. Him. He. The man with no name. The voice who made me laugh and fear him, who left me trembling. Who promised me things.
“You once told me you were the monster.” “How do you think one destroys them? By becoming one.”
May the gods have mercy on those who wronged you because I won’t.”
He’d been hunting for fairies again, those blood-sucking vermin that had wiped out a nearby village loyal to our Court, leaving only decapitated bodies. They fed on brains and eyes. Filthy things.
The Wandering Realms had been at war for as long as I’d been alive—twenty-five fae years.
That girl is the key to putting right what was wronged so long ago.”
“You’re going to be king one day. Do you intend to rule blindly or find a way to take control of both Courts under your command before every last standing fae is killed in battle? Otherwise, you may as well abdicate from the Shadow Court now.”
“If this girl is the rightful heir, if the stories are all correct, she’s cursed.
You are… like a storm that’s burst into my home and nothing will ever be the same again.”
“Spying is an offense punishable by death in the Shadow Court.”
“I don’t belong to you.” He licked his lips and the fire in his eyes ignited. “You were always mine, little wolf. You just never knew it.”
“You raised a hand to the prince. That’s instant death.”
She can’t let the princes down. None of us can.” The rest of her words went unsaid…
“You won’t last, none of them do, so just follow the rules and get this over with. Never say no to the princes. Never talk back. Never insult them.”
His stare was the kind I’d expect from a predator stalking me.
Something about him drew me toward him like we were bound by an invisible string, drawing us closer and closer together.
“Ahren Lorcayn, the eldest and heir to the Shadow Court. Next to him is Deimos Lorcayn, my younger brother and third prince of the throne.”
“Everyone knows who you are here, that your name is Guendolyn, what you represent… Everyone except you.”
“That you have fae blood in your veins, that Guendolyn is a name that has passed over the lips of most in the kingdom, that you’re the lost girl taken from our world.”
I’d begged Luther to take me from that life… just as he’d promised he would, but if this was the world he’d brought me to, was it any better?
Trust was the kind of word that grew thorns and drew blood when you least expected it.
Leave this place. Run before it’s too late for you.
But this was deeper. We were so much more than burning up with desire. After tonight, he’d hold more than just me as hostage. My heart would shatter. He’d have my heart, too.
I adored that look, the idea that I held control over him.
“There are so many secrets I plan to share with you, my little wolf. Secrets that will make you the most powerful fae in Wandering Realm.”
“My father, Goddess bless his soul, once told me that sometimes it is difficult to break one’s path to embrace a new future. But to survive among monsters, one must adapt any way possible.”
I shouldn’t have felt a thing for him but hatred, not the shortening of my breath, and definitely not the bursting desire inside me to have this powerful guy stare at me like I was his meal. Dangerous. Vicious. Gorgeous.
One dominant and terrifying. One cruel with his words. And one who’d unmistakably stolen my heart.
“She has no family. None of the servants do. It’s part of working as a servant. No connections to the outside world.”
“The royals in the Shadow Court are as cold as our winters. They’ve spilled enough blood in my kingdom to know they are the real monsters in this realm.”
“Once a fae takes your blood, you belong to them. It’s like what you humans call marriage.”
“They’ll hunt you down, and that mark they placed on you makes you a beacon to them.”
