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"I wanted to stay there. I wanted to tell him that I had not easily embraced anyone since Soraya bid me farewell the morning of the Blood Summit. That with him, every aversion was a craving. That even though one day I would kneel before Jasad’s judges in the afterlife to account for it, I would not renounce a single moment of loving the Nizahl Heir."


Espero que haya fanarts del momentazo que acabo de leer.

“Look at me, Suraira. You don’t have to do this. Run. Take a horse and get as far away as you can.”
“Wh-what?”
“I won’t come after you. I have hidden holdings in every kingdom. Throughout Essam Woods. They’re yours. Take them. Be free.”
“A donkey kicked in the head six times wouldn’t suggest such an unreasonable course of action. Are you mocking me?”
“What appeal can reason have in the face of your tears?”

How could I tell her I did not have the words? Words… those were the least of my troubles. They were not my eyes, fastening to him as soon as he entered a room. My heart, beating in double at his nearness. But worst of all, I could not admit to Sefa that the Nizahl Heir made me feel most like myself—and myself was not someone I had the luxury of learning.


Lo leí anoche y tenía que publicarlo 🫣

“He made a calculation in that moment between the time it would take to capture the girl and the time you had left. He made his choice.”

“I don’t understand. Why would he go back for me? He’s a practical man. He’s been after her for years.”

“It wasn’t a choice based on practicality.”


THANKS FOR TELLING HER WES 🧡🫣

¿Me estás diciendo que Essiya no es ni como ella misma creía ni como creíamos los lectores? Que la cría iba partiéndole brazos a niñas pequeñas y provocando incendios. Por eso le pusieron las pulseras esas raras sus abuelos. Wtf.

Also, Arin. Ha dejao escapar a la tipa que lleva 10 años persiguiendo solo pa ir a salvar a Sylvia. You've got to be kidding me. Lo son TODO.

Sylvia empezando a darse cuenta que Arin es bastante atractivo me lo está dando TODO 🫣

Loss was an anchor I would always drag behind me. If I stopped moving, if I let the anchor catch, I would never summon the strength to keep going.
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But once I stopped needing to survive, what would be left? What if the worst parts of me had already cannibalized the best?

I wouldn't be trapped again. I had cut and bled and fought for my freedom. I would rip his head from his shoulders with my teeth before I took his shackles.

"You want to be hunted? Then I will gladly grant your wish."