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374 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 8, 2024



And I don't think I can admit it's a sin. Certainly not when the act is tender, but also not when it's rough, debasing. It's all love. It's all love for my body. Perhaps I don't feel guilty for what I do. Perhaps I feel guilty because it is expected.
I realised it the frist day we came here--he was using me for information, perhaps is still using me, like I know more than what I've told him--and I think I forgot about that. I saw his desire and his niceness and believed for a moment it might be more than something physical. He is telling me now, almost outright, that Leo Shaw will always come first.
Some of that joy is innocent; I know my brother is glad for the knowledge, the lessons on how to defend himself, and I remember hearing Thaddeus crying in relief the night of his graduation, guranteeing our safety in London so long as he was a practising Hunter. But the darker side is that Thaddeus loves the glory. The power he has ove rour family.
We share the trauma of being the sons of Mr and Mrs Jones. There is no one else in this world who unterstands.
"I want," she says, "to live happily."
"Well, that's nice. But it's a pipe dream. The closest you'll get to that is here."
Fred makes a noise. "If we stay, we'll only be their fodder. You ever seen an old Hunter?"
Frustraded, Silas groans out, "Then declares something else!"
"But it's the only thing I'm good at!"
I keep catching myself slipping, thinking there is beauty and hope and friendship in amongst all this. I know that if I let myself feel any of it, it will kill me. If I let my guard down, it will kill me.
And Cassius Jones must live.
"There is no reverence to death anywhere," Leo whispers to me. "Do you know how disappointing that is?" I think about how to reply. I want to tell him I agree, but maybe I am past all that. Maybe I lost the ability to feel the depth of that years ago.
I will make myself the blackguard; I will bear all their misdirected guilt and anger; I will be a saviour in truth and a devil in the histories.
But I wish very deeply in that moment to go back to a time where my body was completely untouched. Before the lion, the harpy, the first time a man touched me. Before my father beat me. Before I knew what this world was. I wish I could do it all again and do it better this time. Do it right. God, please—let me be perfect.