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because holy hell of a fucking Light, these helhests were fast.
“That’s impossible. It hasn’t even been an hour since we’d—”
It wasn’t fair for them both to be this attractive, he thought sourly; one was his ideal woman if she wasn’t spoken for, the other a Lightdamned shitpouch even if he was the best-looking man Remy had ever seen.
“And who might you be, you delicious little thing?”
But it is my job to root out truth from falsehood—the latter, no doubt, gave rise to the belief that you are one of us.
Remy wasn’t ready to acknowledge his point. “If you say it’s consensual, then I’ll believe you.”
“Suits you,” Remy said. “I can purchase one for you.” “I’d rather fall on my scythes.”
Malekh was once a member of the First Court, yes. But he did not come to it willingly.
“Just because he’s one of the undead,” Paolo grunted as they watched the noble leave, “doesn’t mean he hasn’t got demons ten times as old as you haunting his head, either.”
“You don’t need to ask.” Remy looked down at the sleeping child. “We’ll avenge them, if nothing else.”
A rotting scent—a combination of petrichor and shit—prevailed against the fog, as if something had died of dysentery all around them.
“Can’t I just have a little bit of slaughter? I’m sure they won’t notice.”
Remy would dearly like to ask who the hell Alegra was,
“Are you mad?” Remy shouted. “By the Light’s arse, you didn’t know any of that when you chose to throw yourself at it!”
“Well, congratu-bloody-fucking-lations to you, but I didn’t! Being a vampire as old as sin doesn’t mean you couldn’t be torn limb from limb if—”
This colossus is a much more primitive version. Easier to kill, not as evolved as others we’ve previously faced.”
“The right things for the wrong reasons,” Malekh said. “A shared habit among you mortals.”
“I told you back at Ankersaud,” Remy said, feeling guilty. “You don’t need to tell me anything.”
We intend to protect you. Whatever your hatred of me, I will not see you harmed.” “I don’t hate you,” Remy said. “I think you’re a fucking prick, but I don’t—I don’t—” He didn’t loathe Zidan Malekh.
A reluctant laugh found its way out of him. “It’s not. It talks about a different mother that is not of the Three. A goddess the Tithians worship.
A sudden, infuriatingly attractive grin lifted one corner of Malekh’s mouth.
It shouldn’t have made him burn hot from head to toe, like someone had set off a flare inside him.
“I would rather stab my own heart and bleed out than submit myself to a vampire.”
fake asf
He watched the way their bodies curved hungrily toward each other; sensual, intimate.
and it left him with a slow burning, a yearning for something he could not find the words for.
There was a hunger in the vampire’s gaze, bold and unapologetic as he sat, letting Remy watch them.
“Yes,” she groaned, eager and filled with need. “Yes. I want him, too.”
like he was mourning a loss he’d never known till now.
“Do not kill each other while I’m asleep.”
“On the contrary,” he said. “It would be my pleasure to beat the fucking hell out of you.”
On the other hand, Remy never pretended to be the smartest in the room;
“Stop bloody going easy on me!”
Fucking pick one, and make sure you pick the right one to bitch about.”
“The problem, Pendergast, is that neither Xiaodan nor I look at you as a child,”
guttural, coldly furious, and, Remy realized, stunned, thick with desire.
“I said you would be open to both our advances if we’d expressed our interest much more clearly.”
“Tell me you don’t want this, Pendergast. Tell me you wouldn’t want Xiaodan here with me, either. All three of us.” A part of him wanted Malekh to close the distance.
“Fuck you,” Remy said. “Perhaps one day, Pendergast. Now, shut up and strike me.”
Anger was good. Anger helped him focus on the fight and not what had just passed.
“Oh,” Xiaodan said, somewhat faintly. “Oh.”
Malekh blurred briefly into view—fucking show-off—gutted
Xiaodan said with all the pleasant assurance of a mongoose about to take off a snake’s head.
“Vasilik loves me. He only used you to further his own ends.
instead of the demon hounds they resembled. “This one is Candy, and this one is Vanilla.”
“He brainwashed them into thinking he cared. It’s a… a twatty thing to do.” “Xiaodan,” Remy said wearily, “that is not how you use that word.”
And then he took pause. “ ‘If not for him’?” he echoed, cautious.
I intend to be a faithful wife. And it means that everything I have, I willingly share with him. As he shall with me.”
And then—Light, fuck the Light, fucking fuck the Light—she raised herself off him,
about the dynamics of involving him in this strange, heady entanglement. He was horrified that the thought excited him.
Surely no one would go out of their way to proposition him like this without expecting something in return.
