I’m taking you home.” My heart about stopped for the hundredth time that day. “Home?” I hadn’t expected him to say that. “Back to Masadonia? Or to Carsodonia?” “Neither.” He looked down, his eyes a wealth of secrets. He smiled then, a wide one that stole my breath. He did indeed have two dimples, one in each cheek, and I saw then why there’d only been half-grins before. I saw the two fine points of his canines. “I’m taking you to Atlantia.
Vikter’s gaze shifted back to me, and even though his cheeks were more red than golden, he smiled. “You make me proud.
Thank you.” “For what?” The touch of his fingertips was light, but a shiver still rolled through me. “For choosing me.
And when he’d granted King Roderick’s request, this was the price the Primal of Death had requested: the firstborn daughter of the Mierel bloodline as his Consort.
It’s funny because you cannot hurt me.” That strangely warm breath of his still hovered over the mark on my throat. “You can never weaken me to the point that you’d ever be a real threat.” My breath caught as the meaning of his words penetrated the haze of arousal. I knew what he was saying. I was no real threat because he would never love me.
Death is like an old friend who pays a visit, sometimes when it’s least expected and other times when you’re waiting for her.
I’m not foolish enough to not feel fear when I know that any of you could kill me before I even have a chance to take my next breath. But fearing what you’re capable of doesn’t mean I fear you.
There is no way I would not have noticed you. Not if you were dressed like that.
When you’re in love, you’d risk anything to ensure your loved one’s happiness. Even the end of the world.” He shrugged. “When you’re separated from the one you love, you’d do anything to be reacquainted with that person. Anything. What? You look so shocked. Did you think demons couldn’t fall in love? We can. Our love is a little dark and twisted. We love until death. Most wouldn’t want to be in the receiving end of out affections, but we feel what we feel all the same.
I always loved his little laughs. They were infectious, even when you were in a bad mood. You couldn’t help but smile.
Remember my promise?” “Bathe in my blood. Feast on my entrails,” I said. “I haven’t forgotten.
Are you ready?” Breath catching, I nodded. “I want to hear you say it.” The corners of my lips tugged up. “Yes.
There is no side of you that is not as beautiful as the other half. Not a single inch isn’t stunning.
They see only in black and white, no shades of grey. No sympathy. They are the true monsters.
Our son immediately reached for my fingers. He gripped both of our hands. “Leon,” I said, lifting my gaze to Josie’s. “Leon is the perfect name.
What you are doesn’t change who you are.
Anything for you, Shortie.
Love is a strange creature one thinks one has a grasp on and understanding of, only to discover later that it was only the barest taste of the real thing. And there were so many different kind of love – that much I knew – and I didn’t know where Roth fell in all of that.
Well, it’s often hard for people to admit that they, too, have made potentially life-altering choices when they did not receive any consequences for them. It is even more difficult for people to look at themselves and acknowledge that they are not perfect, that at times in their life they have also been that person. That they, too, have made decisions that could’ve ended disastrously.
Modesty is for saints and losers, I am neither-Daemon Black, Onyx.