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“He’s not—dead,”
“You played right into his hand,” Kal groaned. “They wanted to make you believe that they’d killed him, so you would retaliate and they would have an excuse to eradicate the rest of your family—instead, you took care of Sahren yourself.”
“But that is his offer. Kazim in exchange for Aheia.
“Those bodies, Aheia—they shouldn’t have reanimated. They were corpses, are corpses.” “What does it mean?”
“I have nothing to give you,” he said slowly, his shadows dripping onto the floor.
“I’m not asking you for anything.” Aheia furrowed her brows,
“Did you think this would change anything? That I’d what—
“Keep you?”
“Yes.”
“You shouldn’t want that, Aheia,”
“What is he giving you?” “Something I can’t refuse.”
“You won’t die like this,” he rasped against her temple as he curled his hand into her hair.
“And I remember that got you off, too. Such pretty screams, my name on your lips. You begged like a good little whore.” She stilled in his arms. “It didn’t mean any more to me than it did to you,”
That’s what you get for slipping into bed with the devil.
She meant nothing. She meant nothing to anyone, and it was that thought that cracked a fine line down her center.
“Who will you fight with?”
“Choose, Aheia,”
“I couldn’t risk Ophion seeing into your mind.”
“To find out I had absolutely no intention of leaving here without you.”
“If you fight with us, you leave with me. If you decide to go back to the Mithra, I will make sure you leave this church alive, though I can’t promise the same for the rest of the Čist.” “Why? Why would you do that?”
“Ruhí— ” HIs voice was low and soft. “Stop insulting me,” she yelled, tears welling up in her eyes.
“It’s not an insult.”
“What?” “Ruhí . . . It means my soul.”
“Aheia, I don’t have a soul,” he said quietly. “My heart works twice as hard for any normal emotion. I can’t give you a reason, but I can give you a choice. Decide, Ruhí, and I will hear you.”
“If I came back to Aljira, what would it cost me?”
“A chance to prove my worth to you.”
“I can’t promise you that,”
“Don’t let them touch you, Ruhí.”
“Save that pretty anger for later. I have some ideas for it,”
“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Go,” she gasped. Barely. Get the fuck out of here.
“Fuck no,” he hissed, his eyes black. “You can’t leave like this.”
“Fix this, please.”
“I can’t.”
