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“I am sorry, Emmett. Call it only child syndrome. I don’t like to share.”

ha. do wish we got a bram pov.

It was a rumor she spread about our kind ages ago. It’s very convenient to have humans think you’re always telling the truth.”

dont love that but whatever seems a little shitty to just throw in

“Hi, darling. I’ve missed you.” I try to run, but my heels sink into the grass, and as I stumble, Bram’s hand encircles my wrist in his and he yanks me back. “I’m not losing you again.” “Please—” My voice shakes. “I won’t tell her.”

WHAT THE FF

In the front row, Queen Mor stands, her chair toppling behind her. “No!” she screams. “Bram, what have you done?” He shakes his head, like this is all some joke she just doesn’t understand. “Seize her.”

what the eff

I lock eyes with Emmett, and it all comes flooding back. That first night in the carriage, the coaching inn, the secret glances across candlelit ballrooms, his hands on my back, his mouth on my neck. I’m nearly knocked backward by the force of the love I feel for him.

oHHH!HHHH

Bram slips his arm around the small of my back and kisses me. It’s much too passionate a kiss for a public ceremony like this, and when he pulls back, he’s laughing. Suddenly there’s screaming coming from the crowd. Shouts of panicked confusion. It’s chaos. My head spins, my stomach lurches, and my mouth fills with something acrid and metallic. I spit a mouthful of blood, and it splatters all over the altar.

oh?!??

Agony is the closest word I can muster, but that doesn’t make any sense.

But he’s beaming. He’s staring at me like he loves me. I am lucky, I keep reminding myself, to have this, have him. Why, then, do my eyes keep landing on his brother? Prince Emmett stands next to him, his jaw clenched, his hands in fists at his side.

OH MY GODUUHHHHH

“Have you ever been in love?” I ask in return. I don’t know what makes me say it. He nods slowly, like it pains him. “Just once.” “What did it feel like?”

He thinks for a moment, his eyes boring into mine all the while. “Like getting run over by a carriage.”

Emmett huffs out a laugh but doesn’t smile. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

FUCK

We are getting fitted for new suits when my brother asks me the question I’ve been dreading. In the end, the answer comes easy. “Of course I’ll be your best man.”

wow this book