You were born of flesh with the fire of the gods in your blood. You are a Bringer of Life and a Bringer of Death,” Nyktos interrupted. “You are the Queen of Flesh and Fire, due more than one Crown, one kingdom. What you seek, you already have. You always had the power in you.
You can’t change what happened in there. Just like you can’t change the fact that the courtyard used to give you peace. You just replace your last memory – a bad one – with a new one – a good one – and you keep doing that until the initial one no longer outweighs the replacement.
As far as me being a liability? I’m just as good with a sword as I am with a bow, and I’m damn good with a bow. Probably better than most here. I am an asset,” I said. “And as far as being a distraction to Casteel, that’s his weakness. Not mine.
But he also took my heart. And made me fall in love with the Dark One.
A monster wouldn’t care if they were one.
I love you, Evie. I fell in love with you within the first week I met you. I loved you before I even knew what that meant, and I loved you even when you were gone, and I loved you when you became someone else,” he said – pleaded, really. “And I fell even more in love with you when you walked through the doors of Foretoken. I’ve never stopped loving you. I never will.
Happy?” I asked around a mouthful. One side of his lips curved. A piece of egg may have fallen from my mouth and quite possibly plopped onto my plate. All the training I’d gone through was a waste. I was terrible at seduction.
Needing me or anyone to look out for you doesn’t mean you’re weak, that you can’t defend yourself, or that you’re afraid. We all need someone to watch over us.
For such rough, callused hands, his fingers were rather long and graceful. Digits that belonged to an artist and not a guard. A killer.
From blood and ash, we will rise!
In case you’re wondering,” – his voice was a kiss against my skin – “this is me intentionally staring.” I started to lower, seeking the shield of the water, but I stopped myself. I would not shrink or cower to anyone or anything. “Pervert.
What matters is that I choose her,” Casteel spoke, and my stupid, stupid heart skipped a beat, even though I did not choose him. “And that is all that matters.
And that was the key, wasn’t it? To not overthink and to just live.
We didn’t come all this way, survive all we have, only to lose each other again,” he said. “You won’t allow that. I know you won’t, but if you can’t believe in that yet, then believe in me until you can.
Don’t,” Ash cut me off as he spun around. “Not a single word.” I scrambled to my feet. “Excuse me?” “In case you have trouble counting, that is two words.
And if you decide you want to take what is yours, claim the throne, I will set this entire kingdom on fire and watch it burn if that ensures that the crown sits on your head.
My son would only choose a bride whose bravery equaled his own.
With my sword and with my life, I vow to keep you safe Penellaphe. From this moment until the last moment, I am yours.
It’s old Atlantian. The language of the gods,” Casteel said, his voice rough. He cleared his throat as he squeezed my hand again. “Meyaah Liessa. It means: my Queen.
Some rules exist only to control someone.