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I need my own bedroom and my own space. And I need her there too. I’m not going to question it any longer.
Nox stares at me for a second, his eyes so dark that I think for a second that maybe his bond has come out, and then he says slowly and oh-so-carefully, “If I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have brought you with me.”
“You saw every part of me, and I, you. I have no questions left, no unknowns. You can leave now if you want to, but don’t go for my sake because… I’d rather have you in here.”
It’s then that I see, more clearly than ever, that no matter how much Nox Draven has hated me in the past, no matter how much he might still resent me now even despite himself, that the person he hates the most is himself.
“It was aiming for North. It didn't give a shit about me or Gryphon. It only cared about killing him.” My heart stops in my chest. I didn't know that.
“Stop. Looking. At. Her.”
“I cannot live without you, Oleander. I won’t. I thought Nox dying was the worst thing that could’ve happened and then your heart stopped beating, and I knew that I couldn’t go on without you at my side. I love you too much to do that. It was only my bond keeping me from going after you.”
They’re here. I glance over to see Nox's eyes shift to black as his bond takes the helm, shadow creatures bursting out around us.
I let him take me into his arms, but when he leans down to me, instead of kissing me, he murmurs quietly, “Finish it. Take everything from them like they tried to take everything from us.”
Nox and North both have their void eyes on as they live up to their titles as Death Dealers.
“If you think killing me is going to end this, you’re fucking stupid, Draven!” “I don’t want you to die. I want you screaming,” Nox says, his voice wavering as his bond fights to the surface.
