Queen of Rot and Pain (The Pale Court, #2)
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“Most recently, I prepared a grave for her, lowered her into it, and had corpse children fill it with dirt.” “Brother, when you try for the affections of a woman, you give her flowers,” he turned away on a scoff and slumped back on the daybed, letting another appear across from it, “not bury her beneath them.”
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“The scent of ash might be burnt into my skin, but you are forever branded into my heart. Precious and forever treasured, this I vow. I love you. I want nothing more than for you to love me back. That, and…” his hand slipped over my collarbone, down between my breasts, and settled against my belly, “this child.” Confused, I shook my head. “I don’t understand.” “You once asked me how far I would go to see you returned.” The lap of his tongue at the nape of my neck sent an unexpected quiver into my thighs. “Little one, I will set the world ablaze and stand smiling at the center of its flames.”
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Enosh groaned. “When I call upon him, he won’t come. When I ask him to stay away, he sticks like shit on a rock.”
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Yarin grinned. Eilam narrowed his eyes. Enosh, however… oh, he looked as though he was only waiting for me to stab the man’s throat so he could fuck me in the puddle of blood. Maybe I’d let him right after I did this. And I would; I could.
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“Stay a while, brother. Watch how I fuck my wife in the blood of the man who did her wrong. The one she killed. Oh, how well she’s done it, without even a gasp. Would you not agree?”
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“A mortal’s breath in exchange for mine.” I brought my bloody fingers to my lips and stroked them into my mouth, letting the blood of the man who’d aided in my murder spread slightly salty across my gums. “You still think I will stop my husband? Dear brother-in-law, you need to start worrying about who will stop me.”
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The fourth one, one of the priests, stared up at me from tear-drowned eyes. “I cannot say, Adelaide, which one of you is worse. You or your husband.” “The answer to that is simple, mortal.” I leaned over and stabbed into his belly, placing my lips by his ear. “We’re equally terrible.”