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A monster who wields a longbow and strums a lusty cello.
Stay out of their territory. Stay away from the mountain, the forest, and the deep. Don’t answer the wind, the trees, or the water. Or they’ll hear you.
the blacksmith flipping over her sign from “Gimme Money” to “Go Away,”
While distant villagers finish doing distant village things, I’ve just finished doing my latest admirer.
Because of my family’s specialty, this chap might have come here with an agenda but got sidetracked by my tits.
My family’s got a sturdy home built from logs and stones. It’s got nicks and chips, but it fights the hard weather fight, and its bones will last longer than I will.
Three, either you win or perish in the attempt. And by perish, I mean by the land or my hand. That wasn’t supposed to rhyme, but such is life.”
A Fae boy in a feathered mask, giving me a long look before fleeing into the wild. Him, my one and only secret, even from my family. Him, my one exception.
“Must be a hoot, watching a measly human do all the work while you stand by and jerk your magic wand.”
into my dreams and raiding my slumber. Your name is an addiction, soaking itself into my tongue, nesting itself into my throat, so that every other word I speak threatens to slip, to utter that name.”
My thoughts dissolve. The world turns to smoke. I’m lost. I’m found. His mouth is a mistake, and each of my whines is a failure. And it’s intrusive, and it’s intoxicating, and it’s unfair, and it’s fatal. And it’s safe. By some calculating twist of magic, it’s safe.
That’s what this kiss is—it’s madness and mayhem, mischief and magic.
“Yet before I realized who she was, every interaction has been a puzzle, a plague, a provocation.”
Any love worth sharing’s gotta have jagged edges, especially if it’s forbidden.
You’re worth…” he sucks in a tremulous breath, “…every crack in my soul. You’re worth the loss and longing.”
Hell, men. They’re all the same, magical or not.
“She once asked me who is the braver force—humans or Fae?” He tips his head at me. “I think it’s become one of my favorite questions.”
“My girl, we never know which direction our fates will turn, much less where our hearts will land,” Papa Thorne says. “But what we do from there? That’s up to us. It’s a balance, a compromise. That’s what love is.”
There was a time when I thought I fit into only one world. But then, I’ve never been good at following the rules.
Hate breaks hearts. Love reinforces them.
This bond is disorderly and complicated. It’s jagged around the edges, a patchwork of grudges, bargains, devotion, and friendship. It’s a mishmash of laughter and comfort, confessions and desires. It’s a selfish and selfless journey. It’s vulnerable and empowering. It’s us at our worst and best.
