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I felt the words behind my teeth. Trying in vain to swallow them.
To speak it would make it real.
To speak it would be to live it again.
But still ...
But still.
I spoke."

This chapter breaks and breaks my heart, each time...

But it seemed we'd found a kind of sanc-tuary. Here at last, we might finally be safe?
The Last Silversaint leaned back and took a long pull from his bottle of
wine.
The historian continued writing in his book.
'You should have fucking known better?' Jean-François murmured.
Gabriel sighed. 'I should've fucking known better.'


😁😁😁

I looked beyond Baptiste's shoulder, and saw him striding across the drawbridge towards me. As princely as hed ever been: long golden hair swept back from his scarred brow and cheek, his jaw set, his features proud. But his eyes were tempered with wisdom now, shining with tears as he opened his arms.
'"Fairdawning, Peasant," Aaron grinned.
'"Godmorrow, Lordling," I laughed.

Those aren't tears. Nope.

The speed at which Jay tends to move things from bad to "one hell of a spectacular shitshow" is truly astounding 😫 And the worse is, always, yet to come!

'Dior gazed at the dagger in her hand, fingertips running over the coat Id given her. She brushed her hair down over her face, pressed her lips thin.
'You're not going soft on me, are you, Lachance?"
'She scoffed, dragging her armour back on. "Hard as fucking stone, me."
"Just don't sink like one. I don't fancy diving in after you."
"And she smiled then. Because she knew I would.

It's okay. Heart's okay.

Well. Shit.

She didn't complain, which was a mark in her favour, but she seemed possessed of an irrepressible need to chatter. To question. About the Silver Order. About San Michon. About vampires, the capital, anything that entered her damned head. I don't know whether she did it to keep her mind off the cold or my mind off my thirst, or simply to torture me.

Hehe 🤭

'Take me?"
"The snow landed on her skin as if she were a statue. Her dress flowed about her like red smoke. She came to a halt at the edge of our light, beautiful and terrible, and she spoke with a voice that quickened my blood.
'I am never taken. I only take. Such is the province of a Prince of Forever."

Don't mind me. I'll just be here, me, my chills and I.

Little sounds that reshape or unmake your entire world, like great spells of old to redraw the very lines by which you see yourself and all else about you. Two little words.
'"Forgive me."
'''Do it."
'"I cant."
''You must."

Sometimes, I swear, Jay's words go straight through my heart like arrows...

Beautiful as she was, incredible as she smelled, Astrid Rennier struck me as something of a bitch.

Show me a lovelier declaration of future love, I dare you 😌