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I was cursed, and I had been my whole life. If I ever fell in love with my bride, she would die. And it would be my own touch that would kill her—freezing her to the marrow like the bleak landscape around us.
I really didn’t belong here, and I had the most desperate desire to run back outside. I felt as if the castle wanted to expel me, to eject a poison from its veins.
“Well, that’s good, darling, because as I said, I’m looking for someone I can’t love, and so far, you are the perfect match.” That’s right, Torin. I’m not super lovable. His words stung a bit after Andrew’s rejection, and without entirely realizing, it, I found myself flipping my middle finger at him. He glanced down at it, looking baffled.
“No, Ava. We fuck each other hard up against the oak trees, rending the forest air with the sounds of our ecstasy. We fuck around bonfires, bathed in their flames.”
“When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name? That you forgot your own mortality? Because that is what it means to be fae. I could make you ache with pleasure until you forget the name of every human who made you think there was something wrong with you.”
We are creatures of the Wild Hunt, and we could never be anything else. If you feel we go too far, it’s only because you are living a lie about your true nature.” The corner of his mouth curled. “Because underneath it all, you are as vicious as the rest of us.”
“Good. If they come for you again, go for the jugular. Because it’s you or them, and I really prefer you.”
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
far and parried hard, slashing at his knee. Quickly,
The corner of his lip curled. “It seems I have you exactly where I want you, my favorite changeling.” “Favorite?” I returned his smile. “Have you forgotten we hate each other? Because I haven’t.”
The king—the most powerful fae in existence—looked completely and utterly alone.
“We are a match made in hell, but I have never wanted anyone more, Ava Jones,”
something dark lived in me. And when I was cornered, I was monstrous. Moria should drop to her knees and beg my forgiveness.
