“You will bury them,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “It will be done,” Adrian said, taking my face between his hands. “But not by you.” I stared. “You promise.” “I promise,” he said. “Why should I believe you?” His eyes fell to my lips, and he brushed his thumb against my cheek. “Because I only make promises for you.”
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Scarlett St. Clair,
King of Battle and Blood