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Duskwalkers. To see one meant death was near. Not just for humans, but also the Demons, animals – everything. They were terrifyingly intelligent. They could speak, they could bargain, and they could destroy if their mood decided it.
And apparently, Reia Salvias was going to be offered up as a sacrifice.
“It’s not my fault I’m the only one that survived,” Reia grumbled to herself quietly as she was forced to place her dainty feet into a pair of white slippers.
“Come, little human.” He gestured his hand out to present more of his left arm for her. “Let me melt your heart.”
“In order to become my bride, you must gift me something. No human ever has, and I am beginning to doubt they ever will. You will be no different.”
“I once thought the bargain of eternal life as long as I live would be enough, but no human has ever wanted to be bound to me.”
“But I don’t want anyone else.” He whined as he shook his head against her. “They will not be you. They will not be brave and strong like you. They will not have the sun in their hair, or the forest in their eyes, or the snow in their skin. They will not smell of your scent or have your voice.”