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I look at the useless pile of holy books again. “These historians spent an inordinate amount of time spewing poetry, listing qualities desirable keepers should have, outlining thousands of ancient, nonsensical personal prophesies, and penning more gods-ass-kissing poetry. I would rather rinse my eyes with chimera venom than read another page.” My ornery rant makes…

“Why not?” “Because even though it’s still insane to think about, some of them are your family, Snowdrop.” Family? Yikes. I don’t remember if the last six months made me consider any of the gods as family, but I doubt it. Deciding to shelf that unpleasant thought for later, I get back to the matter…

It’s a tough pill to swallow, realizing Syntyche must have had me with Amato out of necessity, thanks to Galene’s visions. I’m just a result of the machinations of the gods. A fucking cosmic Band-Aid. “Maven,” Lillian says softly, drawing my attention back to her earnest expression. She clearly guesses where my head went. “Remember….

“I can’t sleep right now,” I protest quietly, trying to muffle a yawn. “You can and you will so that you’ll be well-rested enough to see Lillian for breakfast tomorrow.” Breakfast with Lillian? Gods, I can’t wait to see her. She was the only person I trusted growing up in the Nether, and I’ve missed…

Just like he did the first time we made out. I love knowing my ice elemental is this helplessly attracted to me. At least I know it’s mutual as I grind against him again, relishing his soft groan. Reaching up to tease my tits, I enjoy the way his attention drops to them and his…

“Maybe I want to see you lose your temper. Angry Everett must be a sight to behold.” His gaze sparks with cold warning, and gods, he looks good when he’s annoyed. “So help me gods, I will cuff your beautiful ass to this bed with nevermelt until you quit stalling. I need to know where…

Thank the fucking universe. Warmth. “Come here,” I tell Everett, not caring that my clothes are now sopping wet. He’s still breathing too fast. He readjusts his ripped shirt several times before stripping it off entirely, taking a tentative step closer, then away again. In the dim light and through the fog of glass, I…

But if my keeper hates how I look now?— “Hideous, my ass. It’s annoyingly sexy.” I’m so surprised that I blink down at her, warmth rising into my cheeks. There’s no way I didn’t just mishear her. “W—what?” “And I thought you couldn’t get any more gorgeous. So fucking unfair,” she mutters almost under her…

Gods, it’s been too long since I got in a good fight with someone wielding a mace. Douglas makes a face, pulls out a flashlight, blinds me with it for a second as he checks my pupils more thoroughly, and finally grunts as he clicks it off again. “Okay, you’re officially the freakiest thing I’ve…

And if Crypt beat me to her, Sachar had better assign that asshole some kind of punishment for leaving me alone like this, after all the shit we went through together. As if the cruel gods decided this really is my time to go, I hear grunting and heavy footfalls before a massive figure appears…