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I didn’t just want a match because that was expected. I wanted passion, the burn that if my love didn’t touch me soon, I’d burst. I wanted heat, and mess, and obsession.
Such a beautiful little bird. What a pity it was that her serpent had come to ruin her.
“So, who are you, little bird?” A rush of something dangerous hummed in my bones. “Yours, I suppose. For a little while.” My shadow made a noise, a sound deep and throaty like a growl. He leaned his masked face near mine, the heat in his strange eyes burned in desire. “Speak more words like that, and I will need to keep you longer than a little while.”
Hate me, curse me, I cared little, so long as I was the first thought of her day and the last of her night.
Gods, he was horribly captivating. Rough and battered, but beautiful and villainous.
“I found my mantle, Songbird. It’s you.”
When he pulled away, he whispered, “Still hate me?” “Always,” I said, desperate to either shove him back or pull him close. I gripped the quilts. Erik’s mouth turned up in a half grin, but his words were rife in something soft, something vulnerable. “Hate me all you want, but don’t regret me. Promise me that.”
“You are Livia Ferus,” he whispered. The way his head tilted into me, no mistake, it would appear the king had his mouth all over my throat. I didn’t move away; I soaked up his every word as he went on. “Daughter of warriors, blood of the Night Folk fae, painter of windows, challenger of the Ever King. These people can do nothing to you.”
“You’ve haunted me, love. Since the end of that war, I’ve never forgotten you.” He burrowed his face in the soft space of my neck.
“Be sure before doing this, love. Do this, and I don’t go back. You’re mine.” A tremble ran up my arms. Buried in the dark timbre of his voice was a threat. A promise. I hesitated for a breath, then kissed him. “I said I’m yours.” I trapped his face in my palms. “I’m waiting for you to become mine.”
“If I cry your name,” she whispered against my lips. “Then you better shout mine, you bastard.” This woman.
“Then you are the most beautiful monster I’ve ever seen.”
“We all have darkness in us.” I closed my eyes, recalling the words my mother spoke to me before she died. “But there is beauty in the darker pieces as much as there is in the light. We find it by how we use our darkness.
