Sorrow and Starlight (Zodiac Academy, #8)

by Caroline Peckham

“I’m seeing you in the future and casting a vision of that future here within the mirror for us to look at. This is a memory of us for you, but for us, it is real. It is the now,”

My wings lay over us, casting the two of us within a coffin made of golden feathers, and I had no desire to rise from it without him to stand with me.

The man who I had stolen back from the stars only to have them spit in my face as they tore him away again so much more permanently than before.

“Darius Vega is the greatest Dragon who ever lived,” I spoke loud and clear, making Lionel fall deathly still.

I munched like a munch-maker whose only purpose in this accursed world was to chomp and chomp and chomp.

The end was coming. I could feel it everywhere.

“I am your rescuer, your knightess in gleaming breastplate!”

“I’ll burn it all if that’s what it takes,”

Long live the motherfucking Queens.

I knew how this ended. Knew it didn’t mean the same thing to him as it did to me, but right now, I didn’t care.

BUT IT DOES :(

I lifted her up, spreading her legs wide for me and she gasped, leaning in to kiss me as her will collapsed, crumbling for me as easily as always.

Stella you stupid bitch

I picked up my robe, donning it as Stella panted against the wall, holding herself up as she sagged there, ravaged and no doubt satisfied beyond all bounds.

Highly doubt it. Two pump chump

I was the Dragon Lord, Lionel Acrux, and I was the true Savage King.

Barf

“She can’t have anything more from me than pain. I’m all yours. She can’t touch my soul; it’ll be whole and waiting for you when this is over. So let me bleed for you, my Queen. It would be a fucking honour.”

“She’s every good thing I forgot existed in this world.”

“Then I will find a way to tear my own magic from my flesh and join you in the mortal world,” I said, the words falling easily from my tongue. “Where you go, I will follow. Have I not made that clear enough to you yet?”

“I can handle it,” she growled. “Show me the devil in you.”

“Do you think it’s Gabriel? Maybe he got hit on the head and he’s lost all memory of who he was, and now he identifies as a bird, and we’ll find him in there with his wings out and his eyes all cuckoo as he tries to communicate to us in bird language.”

I wasn’t the touching police. If the touching police were here, they might have a thing or two to say about it, but that wasn’t anything to do with me.

“He will if you keep acting predictably, Mindy,” he yelled. “My name isn’t Mindy,” she said in confusion, and he tossed her over his shoulder, slapping another guy around the face before pointing directly at Tory. “You know the plan. We need to go. Give the order, but don’t be predictable about it.”

He wore a tight white t-shirt with the symbol of a jade green Dragon on his chest, the words ‘Just a Guy Who Loves His Dragon King’ arching over it.

Barf

I tossed it into the bag, cringing a little at how roughly I was handling it and knowing that somewhere in the world, Orion had just shuddered in horror.

He shifted back into his Fae form like he thought that might release him, but instead he flipped upside down in the harness, naked as a new-born with his arms flailing and his bejewelled cock flapping in the wind.

“That’s the thing about dying,” Tory hissed venomously. “You give up the chance to want anything at all.”