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“The fabled World Ender. The legend. The Son of Unir. Wielder of the Blade of Oblivion. And where is he?”
Ever since Kaden had turned me, I had scrubbed blood from my body every day. I had become a creature that could rip memories from blood, summon flame in an instant, and shift shape into any beast I wished. Every single time I had to feed, I felt less mortal. But it was the price I paid for her life. The sad part? Compared to the alternative, I didn’t hate it. For the first time in a long time, I’d slipped up. I’d hesitated, and he’d seen it.
“It’s okay to not be okay, Liam.”
“My sister would do this on the nights that were bad for me. It wasn’t much, but it helped. I always loved my hair played with while I drifted off to sleep. It was just a comforting touch, reminding me I wasn’t alone. As I said, it’s not a lot, but it’s enough.” Not alone.
Do not fill her head with pretty words. Do not make her beautiful gowns. Do not take her on midnight strolls through a garden or give her handpicked flowers. Kaden has fed her scraps for years to keep her in line. She is a woman who craves love, no matter what she says. If you have no intention of staying or being with her, don’t court her and make her care. Don’t be the one to make her fall if you have no intention of catching her.”
