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Trust became a precarious line when power and control were at stake.
It was like thinking you were the princess in the fairy tale only to wake up and find you were the evil queen the whole time. The Villain.
Brexley Kovacs had my balls wrapped up and locked down from the moment she walked into Halálház. Before I even had a clue what it was like to be inside her. Where the hell are you, Kovacs?
I was dark. Cruel. I rolled in vengeance and fucked in the blood of my enemy.
Fae or human, Věrhăza fucked us all up, even if we didn’t show it on the outside.
“And before you shove that bullshit that you’re a fae lord and I have to do as you say…” She cocked back the weapon. “Remember, I never voted for you.” “You don’t vote for leaders,” Killian exclaimed. “We inherit them through lineage or challenge.” “Then I challenge you to fuck off.”
Warwick flicked Ash’s hand off like a fly, his chest heaving with ferocity, his voice barely coming out human. “No one fucking touches my mate.”
“You ever come at me again, I will fucking kill you. This was out of respect for my fucking mate. She still likes you.” He spat with a snarl. “But don’t challenge me again. You’re nothing but a baby fae in diapers. And I’m the motherfucking monster.” He let go, growling before he stomped away.
He didn’t need to say it back. I could feel it surround me, penetrating my soul. I knew how he felt about me. But as our bodies started moving together again, the carriage squeaking in
protest, I heard a whisper brush my ear. “Same, Sotet démonom. In every fucking color.”
“You’re mine forever now, Farkas. I’m not setting you free again. We are in this together. We fight together. We die together.
His mouth was the solace I needed, the air I required, and the relief I craved. I took it greedily.
Istvan was following the fascist formula, wanting to succeed where they had eventually failed.
The only thing that mattered was her. My father knew that. That’s why he shot her, not me. He wanted me to watch her die.
“You will so pay for that.” “I’m counting on it.” Her mouth brushed mine,
Never could I foresee that the naive, sweet-faced actress I had seen in that god-awful play, who became a whore to survive in the new world, would challenge me every step of the way and be the one to bring me to my knees.
She cut through all the bullshit, making me see she was the only thing I needed at the end of this war. I could walk away from the title, the money, and the power without hesitation.
It was unnatural and wrong. Screams of terror crashed through the square as the new players joined the battle. Because this army wasn’t alive.
Our city was in ruins, our country a mess. People were scarred, confused, and hurting.
We would be seen as something to squash. To destroy before we encouraged more to rise up.
