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452 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 27, 2023
“How could the man who was about to kill me feel so comforting? Why did I want to press his threads to my soul, deep enough I’d take their memory with me when I went?”
“You have no idea the things I’ve seen. The things I’ve done. I’m a killer too, Atrius. Don’t underestimate me.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” This time he spoke against my mouth—not quite a kiss, but the promise of one.
I whispered, “Why?”
“Because you make me ravenous.”
You make me ravenous.
“Because touching Atrius was like immersing myself in every forbidden pleasure at once.”
“It matters,” he murmured. Two words that could mean nothing—should mean nothing. It felt like they meant everything.
“I live in dark stories. And I’ve been living in yours for nearly four months. If you’re going to invite me in, invite me.” I pushed against his chest, hard. “I already see you, Atrius. I’m not afraid.”
“Just wondering if you’re smart enough to know the value of things that can’t be quantified. Like the value of the offer I made you.”
“I don’t think it was an offer. Offers can be accepted or rejected.”
“You can reject it.”
“But you’ll kill me after.”
He didn’t say anything. Just gave me a grim little half-smile.
Close your eyes, child, and you will see an entire world.
Contrary to what people thought, we were not blind. The threads of life that ran through our world, and our mastery over them, told us everything we needed to know. Everything and more.
“Well,” Erekkus said, “he’s like a cat. He doesn’t have friends. He just tolerates your presence.”
"You shouldn’t be here.”
This time he spoke against my mouth— not quite a kiss, but the promise of one. I whispered,
“Why?”
“Because you make me ravenous.”
𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯.
“Death is what happens when you stand still. Don’t stand still. Not for anything.”
“You’re lucky,” he said, “that I have a soft spot for caged birds.”
Atrius’s stare was an exception. It felt like having your chin tipped up with the point of a dagger.
I knew that a wounded soul craved another to mirror theirs. That was all this was. But my soul was hurting, too. And perhaps I, too, craved someone who understood that.