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“You will address me as ‘Your Grace,’ or I will carve your tongue from that pretty mouth of yours.”
“I suppose she thought five-hundred years with you was worse than hell,” Rory deadpanned.
She didn’t want redemption. She wanted retribution.
“Be careful who you attack. You like to remind me I am The Butcher, but maybe you should remind yourself.”
His anger was barely leashed when he said, “Who did this to you?” He visually inspected the bruises on her limbs, touching each one with his golden gaze.
He stepped even closer. “It is the only thing that matters. Tell me who did this to you, or I will raze the entire fucking town to the ground.” His face was inches from hers as his rage enveloped her, and she closed her eyes to separate herself from him.
“The next time someone lays a finger on you, their death belongs to me.”
“My name,” he clarified. “Say it again. It will be good practice for when you scream it later.”
“I knew the ball was important to you, so I made you your own.”
“I would set this entire realm ablaze to keep you safe, and if you think I’m bluffing, you haven’t been paying attention.”
“It was inevitable. Your soul calls to mine and mine to yours. We couldn’t fight this if we tried.”
I don’t love you, Caius, and if you love me, you fall in love too quickly.”
“I don’t think you could handle what is running through my mind.”
“I’m remembering you in the garden as your knees gave out, and my name crossed your lips.”
“You only have half a soul?” She huffed out a laugh. “That explains a lot.”
“Everyone in this palace needs to wear a bell,” Rory snapped, making Sam grin.
“Lick it, Miss Raven,” he drawled. “Show me what that sharp tongue can do.”
“I don’t lose control,” he said smoothly. “But I intend on killing anyone who hurts you.”
“You almost died today, and I’d rather not heal you only to break your back.”
He placed a kiss on her forehead. “I don’t need ropes in my clothes; only my bedroom.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, folding his napkin. She set herself up. Damnit. “If a proposal is what you want, I will get down on one knee here and now.”
“Can I keep this?” The ghost of a smile played on his lips. “You can keep her head if you wish.”
