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“You are a fucking torment, Lunamiszka,”

“What the seven hells are you?” he rasped through labored breaths. “Anyone privy to this loathsome curse would fear the flame, but you … ” Brow furrowed, he shook his head. “You revel in it like a drunken spirityne.” The trace contempt in his voice took me by surprise. “I don’t know what happened. I was just⁠—" He lurched toward me, clamped his hand around my nape, and crushed his lips to mine.

“I’ll be sure to pass along a goodbye kiss to her for you.” “Only if you intend to spend eternity in the Shadow Realm,” Zevander said over his shoulder, gnashing his molars at the thought of Ravezio’s lips pressed to hers.

She’d laid down the gauntlet with that dress, daring him to indulge, but kissing her would’ve been the sweetest poison. An intoxicating elixir, as deadly as it was addicting.

“The whims of fate are an irksome intrusion, and yet …” He canted toward me, as if to kiss me, his lips mere inches from mine. “Who could’ve predicted that one touch of your pounding pulse would be so disarming.” Warm breath scattered across my skin, and my heart stuttered with anticipation as he thumbed the curve of my neck. “What wicked spells you weave, little witch.”

The very thought of it, of her, had him breaking into a sweat all over again. Whatever poisonous spell she’d cast over him had stirred a dark and dangerous craving for more.

“Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Lunamiszka.” “Do I still annoy you?” she asked. “Endlessly.”

She was beautiful. No, beautiful was too weak a word. She was intoxicating. Exquisitely divine.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … whatever that was.” “Never apologize for incapacitating your enemy.” “You’re not my enemy, though.”