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259 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 2, 2022
In the Underground, one can sell anything. Name it, and there’s a price. Body, soul, skill—they’re all fair game. For me, it’s all three with a suffocating touch of wit.
This touch, this simple embrace—does he know how much it means to me? To be touched without lust or desire? To be held as if I’m a fucking woman and not some thing to be manipulated and bought? No. No, how could he know that? And yet… It’s like he does, because he doesn’t let go, and some part of me wonders if he needs this as much as I do. If he has scars across his soul that are in desperate need of healing.
His eyes are more than eyes. They swim with possibilities, desires, wishes. If I were to stare long enough, I would drown in them, floating from one reality to the next.
“I don’t know,” he suddenly admits. “You don’t know what?” I ask, my lips nearly brushing his. His forehead knocks against mine, and his expression turns pained. “I don’t know if I can survive you, Zora Vyner.”
“Fucking kiss me,” I growl, desperation crawling through me. He laughs, and the galaxy of his eyes sparkles. “Whatever the lady wants, she gets,” he muses, dipping lower.
The desire in me ignites into an unbearable roar, and I shove him back to stand up, needing to take control, to get exactly what I want.
“You will never touch her in that way ever again. I do not care that you’re my blood. I will rip your heart from your chest before I will allow you to hurt her. Do you understand?”
“Because if I look at you again Zora, I’m afraid I’ll never stop. I’m terrified that if I see your eyes, I’ll fall forever, and if I see your mouth, I’ll kiss you until I can’t feel anything but you. I’ll drown in you if I look at you, and I can’t do that.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please just give me the needle, leave this room, and get some rest.”
“You’ll be screaming it all night, all day—even in your dreams, princess,” he teases, pulling back with a satisfied smile. I level him with a calculated look. “I’m nobody’s princess.” - “You’re right, my queen.” - “For you, my incredibly badass queen.”
he wants my attention, he will have to force it. I’ll never give it to him willingly again, unless he’s on his knees, my sword at his throat.
For the first time in my life, I wake up safe. I peel my eyes open, and I’m face-to-face with a knocked out Cristen. His arm is firmly around me, his fist clutching the back of my shirt. I blow out a slow breath, my body feeling as at ease and secure as his face looks. No frown lines or turmoil. Just a man relaxed.
There’s a lust there for Cristen, strong enough to almost outweigh all else, but as much as I want him, there’s a desire rooted far deeper in my soul. A desire to have a family. To steal back what was taken from me when I was far too young. A desire to be loved the way a brother might love me—a brother who exists but who has been forever lost to me. I think of Gretta, of her love and compassion, the kind a true sister would give. She may not be my brother or my blood, but she’s been there for me when it counted most. She’s family, and right now—she’s missing.
The Beast drops the mask from his eyes, revealing irises I could never forget. Irises that once held so much love and joy and passion… for me.