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He is not gone, child.” She kissed the top of her head. “He has merely gone home.”
Panic descended on her like bees. Or perhaps she had become bees. She was not quite certain which it was.
“I suppose that’s rather trite and meaningless in a world where everyone wanders about without them.” She gestured at the goat man, who was leaning against the great old oak, his tail swishing about him. “I have a coat.” He smirked. “You also have no pants,” she retorted. He grinned. “My manhood stays hidden until it is needed. Unlike others, who must let it dangle about.
“What is the human phrase? Something about a pot and a kettle. I can’t remember. It matters not.”
He embraced her like a lover. He laughed with her like a friend. He hunted her like a wolf. And he delighted in her fear like a tyrant.
In fact, it would be better if he fell unconscious again. But the waking world was nothing if not persistent.
How else were two fae lords—both half-demons, the sons of fallen archangels, and creatures of immense power and violence—supposed to fight? With lengthy discourse?
“You insufferable piece of shit.”
“You…love…her?” “That’s what he says.” Valroy pointed at Anfar. “I rightly wouldn’t know, or so he claims, because I am a ‘pitiful child’ with ‘the emotional sense of a brick.’”
Old wounds. Sometimes they never did heal.
His voice was gravelly and thick with rage and lust in equal measure. That was what he was, wasn’t it? Anger and need.
She ran—she ran as far and as fast as she could. But she could not help but delight in the knowledge that some great and shadowy creature wanted to sink his teeth into her. Wanted to have her. Wanted her.
Would she get in trouble if she ate an entire block of cheese? Was that considered rude?
His voice was low and gruff and held a bit of a sound like two slabs of bark rubbing together.
“You have never known a man whose love has been denied. For never is there a more tragic, nor dangerous soul than that.
How dare you? How dare you make me love you? How dare you make me love you and then die?
He wanted her. No. He needed her. And he would burn down this world and every single other one in existence if it meant he could have her.
