These Infinite Threads (This Woven Kingdom, #2)

by Tahereh Mafi

“The sky, too, is soft,” she said. “Yet all who fall into its arms will perish.”

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his smile vanishing. “Even when you lie to me.”

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“I hate you,” he whispered. Alizeh blinked, her heart pounding too hard in her chest. “I know.” He leaned in then, his throat working, his gaze fixed entirely on her mouth. “I hate everything about you. Your eyes. Your lips. Your smile.” His words grazed her skin when he said, softly, “I find your presence insufferable.”

“You might be the strangest girl I’ve ever met in all my life.” “Are you insulting me?” “Without question.”

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“I didn’t know your name for so long, angel. I love the way it feels in my mouth.”

“Don’t be afraid of me, angel. I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”

“I would marry you,” he said, stepping closer again, coming dangerously within reach. “I’d marry you tomorrow. And then I’d take you to bed. For weeks.”

“You don’t understand,” he said, tortured. “I’ve been dreaming about you for months.”

“You act as if I’m intentionally cruel. As if I’m indifferent to you.” “Aren’t you?” “No,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “Of course not.” Cyrus stared at her from where he stood, his chest heaving with barely leashed intensity. He devastated her with that look, even as he seemed planted in the ground, immovable. “Then be with me,” he said softly. “Let me worship you.”

“You have no idea what I could give you,” he said, his own eyes blazing. “You have no idea what I want. I have been in agony for eight months, Alizeh. Do you know how hard it’s been to pretend I don’t know you? To pretend I don’t want you? To act as if I haven’t known every inch of your body in my dreams? To learn that your heart has been entangled elsewhere? I look at you and I can’t breathe. In my mind, you are already mine.”