“I think the gods are toying with me again,” he rasped. “You torment me like they do. Only this torment is new. It’s deeper than my mind, it’s in my blood, my very veins. I cannot carve you out, and yet that is what I must do if I am ever to be rid of this madness.” He gripped my face tighter, glaring at me. “They designed you for this purpose, I am sure of it.”
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Caroline Peckham,
Immortal Prince