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The ending needed to be altered. The girl spent the whole of the afternoon crossing out lines with her raven feather quill, then adding new, better words to read to the boy in the dark. A tale of a serpent who befriended a songbird. A tale where they lived happily ever after, for in the girl’s version, the snake never devoured the bird.
I wanted nothing more than to tear through the walls, shatter her world, then take what was left of her.
She was never theirs anyway. Not really. From the moment the songbird tried to appeal to a serpent, she was mine.
“Hello, love. I promised I’d come for you. Have you figured my lie yet? For I have figured yours.”
“Foolish games bring dangerous rewards,”
“Do not sell yourself short and think you are not the most formidable of foes. I’ve no doubt you have the power to destroy me.”
She looked . . . like she belonged here, beside me, an open sea before us.
Hate me, curse me, I cared little, so long as I was the first thought of her day and the last of her night.
“When I claim that moment of bravery, it will not be sudden. It will be slow. It will be well thought out. I will wait until I have you in my grasp. You may not even realize it has happened. In that moment, I will strike and watch you bleed.”
And she was mine. In what capacity, I hadn’t decided. To ruin, to manipulate, to claim. Each had its merit and appeal.
Livia laughed. A true laugh, and I would kill anyone who tried to take such a sound from me.
“You, Erik Bloodsinger, are the kind of darkness I would follow across the skies and seas.”
