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“If her hand fails her, I get to be the one to kill him.”
Asylum cocked his head to the left, the tiniest smile on his lips. “Are you certain that’s what you want, Dante? You eat everything you kill.”
“I am, and I do,” Church said, the gleam back in his eyes.
“I’ll let you use my favorite fork.” Asylum grinned."
“Or I take their hearts. I love hearts. Hands. Lips,” he murmured, running his fork along his lips. “I take what appeals to me.”
“What do you do with it?” I asked softly.
He chuckled. “Depends on my mood. Send it to their family. Give it to Everett as a gift to keep him happy and think I give a fuck about him. Stomp on it. Keep it in a box. Do you want to see my box of hearts?” He blinked at me."
A: I also wanted to tell you that I love you, my crazy fucking personality.
M: I sighed. I love you too, my insane fucking warden.
A: I’d let you out to play more if you didn’t get carried away. You know that.
M: And I told you that I was breaking free soon."
“You’re not my specter”
“I am. I’m just a different version.”
“I want her right now. She needs to hear my words. Bring her back. I want my sweetheart, not her monster.”
Dizziness. Nausea. Confusion.
I stared up at him, wondering how we’d gotten into the position we were in. Why I’d snapped the way I had. It was the darkness inside me.
I was sure of it. I was her. She was me. A demon sent from my own personal hell.
“I’m pretty sure she didn’t want to be murdered with a shovel.”
I ground my teeth. “That wasn’t me. That was Asylum.”
“Right. Right. Same coin. Different sides. Got it.”
I grunted. Honestly, I couldn’t wait to just get this shit out in the open."
“So help me, Dante, I will burn this motherfucking house down with you inside it if I have to. Don’t fucking push me on it. Sirena loves him. She wants him. It’s her fucking choice. Not yours. You don’t get to decide. She. Fucking. Chooses!”
“To the fucking grave, Sinclair. And then back again.”
“To the fucking grave, Dante. And then back again,” Sin repeated.
“’Til the end, brother.”
“’Til the end,” Sin’s voice shook again, his and Church’s blood dripping onto the white snow.