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"I hope... or maybe something about me. What I am."
His head turned in my direction. "What you are... is mine... Sotet démonom." His turquoise eyes flamed with a possessiveness.
"Then you're not fuckin' getting it, princess. This world would be in shreds if anything happened to you."
Heat, rage, and violence throbbed between us.
There would be carnage.
Owned.
And I knew I would never have enough.
"Maybe I'm death," I snapped back.
"No." His hand clamped down on the back of my head, bringing our faces an inch apart. His chest brushed my nipples, hardening them. "You feel like fucking life. Like air in my lungs."
It branded us.
Owned us.
Created us.
This man would consume me.
Devour and destroy me.
He'd burn me to the ground, but I would rise up from the ashes and demand more.
Quelque part entre les deux.
Comme la vie et la mort.
L'amour et la haine.
- C'est moi qui m'en occupe. Tu peux foutre le camp.
Profonde, rauque et vibrante de colère, la voix de Warwick avait retenti par-dessus l'épaule d'Ash.
Appuyé contre le montant de la porte, il
en occupait toute l'embrasure, braquant un regard noir sur la nuque de son ami.
Un grand sourire se dessina sur les lèvres de l'interpellé, qui s'éloigna.
- Je crois que je vais aller voir ce que je peux préparer pour le dîner. Je vais avoir besoin d'une longue marche jusqu'à mon potager, d'une très longue marche.
Tuer et baiser sont les seules choses que j'aime. Personne ne me contrôle. C'est moi qui contrôle.
- J'ai interrompu ta grande scène d'adieux avec l'autre âne? ironisa Warwick en s'appuyant nonchalamment d'une épaule aux barreaux de la grille.
Il mâchonnait un cure-dent. Il semblait détendu, mais toisait Zander d'un air menaçant.
- Je suis un cheval, répliqua ce dernier.
— C'est du pareil au même. Âne ou cheval, ça reste un con.
— Si je... quoi ? (Il abaissa la carte.) Désolé de te décevoir, Kestrel, j'ai été bien des choses, mais jamais cuisinier.
- Tu sais bien faire du thé.
- Tu as bien conscience que faire bouillir de l'eau est à la portée de tout le monde ? sourit-il.
- Oh...
Gênée, Kestrel voulut s'en aller.
Qu'est-ce qui lui avait pris de poser une question aussi stupide ?
- Je veux dire, oui, intervint Arin. Oui, je sais comment préparer des demi-lunes.
— C'est vrai ?
- Euh... non. Mais on peut essayer.
Elle sourit.
-Tu l'as déjà écrit?
- Bien sûr! Il est excellent. C'est incroyable combien il existe de synonymes pour « beau. ».
- Très chevaleresque, ajouta Tolya. Comme les princes dans les poèmes épiques. Et alors ‘Ivan le Blond la prit dans ses bras pour’...
- Continue à réciter de la poésie et je te noie moi-même dans le lac, l'interrompit Tamar:
- C'est un classique, grommela Tolya, boudeur.
Loin devant eux, Zoya vit une tache noire au sol. On aurait d l'ombre d'un banc de nuages, mais le ciel était dégagé.
- Un lac?
- Non, contredit Yuri. Un miracle.
Zoya fut tentée de le faire passer par-dessus bord.
- Pour toi, même un robinet qui fuit est un miracle.
run a revolution,
frustrate the shit out of me, probably ruin me, and I would still love you. I can't make it stop. I don't want to. You're my gravity. Nothing in my world works without you."
"Gravity," he whispers, a slow, beautiful smile curving his mouth.
"The one force we can never escape," I tease.
"I didn't." He shrugs. "You are the first and only woman I've ever loved."
He cringes, then sighs. "Never mind."
"He wants you to teach him how to sign," Ridoc finishes, rocking back on his heels in clear boredom.
"Ridoc!" Sawyer glares his way.
"What? You made that way more painful than it had to be. For fuck's sake, it was like you were leading up to asking her out or something." He visibly shudders.
"What if he had been?" I counter.
"Then I'd be stuck cleaning little pieces of him off our shared floor when Riorson ripped him to shreds." Ridoc shakes his head. "So messy."
"I'm a dragon, a Black Morningstartail.
The descendent of-"
"Yeah, yeah." I cut him off before he makes me recite his entire lineage.
Andarna agrees.
"Can you
carry a luminary?"
"That question insults me.
"Can you carry a luminary while insulted?" she prods.
Tairn growls.
Something real? I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been since the night the snow fell in your hair and you kissed me for the first time. I'm grateful my life is tied to yours because it means I won't have to face a day without you in it. My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I'll meet Malek at your side. It's a damned good thing that you love me, too, because you're stuck with me in this life and every other that could possibly follow."
"Me? Argue with you about books?" He shakes his head, sliding his hand to my cheek. "I only pick fights I can win."
Here we go. "I'm in love with Xaden Riorson." Mira. Them. I seem to be able to say the words to anyone who isn't Xaden.
"Hate to break it to you, but that's not a secret," Ridoc says, shaking his head. "Yes, it is," I argue, my grip tightening on the mug.
"No," Sawyer chimes in. "It'S
really not."
"Hasn't been for a while," Rhi adds, giving me the first real smile I've seen from her in while.
"Stop reminding me. I thought we agreed not to fight tonight." I snuggle in deeper, his warmth lulling me into that sweet middle space between wakefulness and oblivion.
"Maybe you're not the one
I'm reminding."
He sighs and curls around me. "I know who you really are, Violet. Even when you keep things from me, I know you," he promises.
"Why? I think it's...sweet."
"Exactly. Does he strike you as a letters kind of guy?" She shakes her head. "He's not even a talking kind of guy."
"And I don't see just gray. I feel, smell, taste, and want to fuck you in every color."