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If the villagers were right, then what a fucking horrible night to have a curse.
Castlevania reference? ❤
The light within her flickered as unsteadily as her heartbeat—not so much that the brightness overcame her features, but enough that it highlighted her beauty, like she was something too strange and profound for his admittedly dingy drawing room.
He’d wasted years trying to garner the respect that no one had ever planned on giving him.
“I thought you didn’t want me along,” Remy muttered. “I never said that I didn’t want you.”
“I’ll go where you both go,” he found himself saying, feeling strangely at peace with the words.
Left to your own devices you will seek them out, and they will murder you and send pieces of your corpse back to us to gloat. You chafe at being called weak, but that simply does not matter to me. We intend to protect you. Whatever your hatred of me, I will not see you harmed.”
He was almost unchanged from their last fight, with the same jackarsed hair and the same jackarsed clothes and the same jackarsed smirk on his jackarsed face.
The only true power within Elouve, it seemed, lay with old men who should long ago have been relegated to obscurity.
