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He steps in close, tilting my chin up. “I want to be good at this, cherub. At us.”
“You were everything I never knew I wanted. You were chaos. You were desperation. You were the most mysterious secret I’d ever come across. Everything about you drew me in—your innocence, your vulnerability, hell, even your tragic life. You were the most captivating creature I’d ever met.”
In the darkness, I see him staring back down at me. “You are magic, love.”
If Des were a city, he’d be Barbos. The lights, the chaos, the criminality, the sexuality, the excitement. It’s all part of who he is.
“I would steal the stars from the sky for you,” he whispers into my ear. “Anything to hear you laugh like that.”
“I can’t believe you blew up a portal to the Otherworld.” She flashes me a devious smile. “That’s just called making an entrance.”
Badass Bitch
I am the darkness, his eyes seem to say, and you are my lovely nightmare. And no one will take this away from us.
“It wouldn’t have to be rape,” Mara says contemplatively. She eyes Des, her gaze disrobing him. My hackles rise at the sight. “I’ve heard tales of your conquests. Who can resist the Night King with all his charms?” My fingers curl around the edges
Bitch
“Cherub, our bond…has issues.”
The fuck!
“Controlling dreams is a Night Kingdom trait. It’s possible someone’s targeting you while you sleep, perhaps the same someone who’s taking soldiers.” He’s coming for you. “The Thief of Souls,” I whisper.
OK, so I have a theory. Is this like a Greek or Roman mythology thing where Zeus kills Kratos because they’re looting to Des killing his own father so if you go off that alone, his dad might not actually be dead. He might just be you know kidnapping people to raise his power, but he also has the ability to shape shift or make people see what they wanna see and they never see him and he’s framing his son so he can get his kingdom back
I am someone’s nightmare, I tell myself. Sure, that someone is probably the next macaron I come across, but hey, we all start somewhere.
“What you did…” He searches my face. “No one will forget it. Not that woman you protected, not the room full of fairies, not the Flora Queen and her consort—and not me. Mara might wear a crown, but everyone in that room saw who the true queen was today.”
“My brave mate, my fierce mate. No fairy has ever been prouder of his woman.”
“Hello, my son.”
I fucking called it. I’m a genius.
“Did you miss me while I was away?” He begins to circle me. “I’ve looked forward to chatting with you since our last little encounter in the Fauna Kingdom.”
WTF
Wood splinters down the center of an oak. A devilish child smiles. And then, as one, several thousand eyes snap open. The time has come.
Oh fuck
