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There was something inside of me that hadn’t been put there by God. It was dark and violent and evil and cruel. It had a power all its own. And it wanted to kill. I knew I could never let it out again. I knew I could never let them see … That all along, they’d been right about me.
The moment her lips touched mine, the same still blue presence that had beckoned me into the water returned. It wrapped around my mind like the tail of a cat, warm and soft and cautiously curious. Then, it spoke. “Is fíor bhur ngrá,” it purred. “Tugaim mobheannacht daoibh.”
when the Brotherhood took me in, I didn’t give them a name. I told them they could call me whatever the fuck they wanted. At first, they went with Boy—I was only seventeen at the time—but after I made my first few kills, the elders began calling me Diabhal. Devil.
May you be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you’re dead.
Hope was a killer. Just like me.
I knew fear. I’d been living with it since I was thirteen years old. In fact, the only time I hadn’t felt it was every second since Kellen had come storming back into my life.
I was no longer human or demon or even fucking breathing. I was simply hers—mind, body, and cursed black soul.
Kellen was different. He didn’t want to take anything from me. And knowing that made me want to give him the world.
“Yer love is true. You have my blessing.”
If the Devil had been God’s most beautiful angel, then Kellen wasn’t just his son. He was the Prince of Darkness himself.
If love had a flavor, it would be vanilla custard cream.
“We have eternity, remember? Maybe I’ll deserve you by then.”
Kellen was the most courageous, most resilient, most formidable person I’d ever met. He’d found the strength to destroy the men who’d hurt us, and if that made him the Devil, then I would gladly burn in hell by his side.
