Immortal with Scars (Population #3)

by Elizabeth Stephens

Perhaps, for her to have survived at all, she is not so weak.

I will hang them by their insides until the life leaves their eyes or they choke on their own blood.

Candy, my mate would wear the eyes of my kills around her neck as a necklace…

“No one has ever come for me.” “I would come for you.”

“All the more reason not to trust them,” Candy whispers. “Terrified people do terrifying things.”

She calls him by name as if he deserves so much from her, as if she, mate of the Lahve, were not towers above his pathetic station as the most abominable and hated male in all of Brianna.

“You make me want to burn the world and spread the ashes at your feet.” “That seems excessive.” “Perhaps, Malmon’s head on a pike, then? As a sign of my affection?”