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368 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2008
"He was dark, she was light. He was anguish, she was innocence. He was wrong for her in every way, and yet, when she looked at him, his entire world felt right."
Jump, Pain said. Then, more insistently, Jump! Jump!
“I told you. Just a few seconds more.” Once again Reyes glanced at the ground. Jagged rocks winked in that bleeding moonlight, the clear puddles surrounding them rippling in the wind. Mist rose like ghostly fingers, summoning him closer, wonderfully closer.
She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Do you want me to hurt you?”
She sounded incredulous, yet he realized that’s exactly what he’d been pushing her toward. He wanted her to jump from the bed and attack him. He wanted her nails deep in his skin, her teeth deep in his neck again. He wanted pain. From her. Only her.
He inhaled deeply, taking every molecule inside his lungs, branding himself with her essence. “This means nothing,” she said. “Less than nothing,” he lied. “I’ll hate myself later.” “I hate myself now.” She opened her mouth to reply, but he swooped in and swallowed the words.
He was possessed by a demon, and yet he had the heart of an angel. The contradiction delighted her, and she suspected she could happily spend the rest of her life learning his nuances—and there would still be more to learn.
“This is starting to feel like a damned circus. Can’t a man do a little sulking and self-mutilation in private?”
From the beginning, his heart had recognized this woman as his. Like the demon, she was part of him, a part needed to make him whole. Her courage delighted him. Her teasing way, now that he’d experienced it, tempted him. Her willingness to help him despite everything that had happened touched him.
Right here, right now, she was his. A ticket out of hell and into heaven.
Every time she spied him, hate should have filled her. Hate and rage and violence. But every time she peered into the dark fathomless pools of knowledge and pain that were his eyes, she experienced…something else. She drowned, pieces of her dying then quickly reforming for him. Him. Not her family, not her own survival. Him.
“Shit. They’re like locusts,” William said. “I mean, seriously. Bugs. There’s probably a hundred of them out there.”
“Scared?” Sabin asked.
“Hell, no. I think I just came.”
“This means nothing,” she said.
“Less than nothing,” he lied.
“I’ll hate myself later.”
“I hate myself now.”
Pain laughed giddily at the thought, for love brought its own brand of torment. Lots and lots of torment. In the heart, the soul. Both causing a physical ache too intense to be relieved.
Every time she spied him, hate should have filled her. Hate and rage and violence. But every time she peered into the dark fathomless pools of knowledge and pain that were his eyes, she experienced… something else. She drowned, pieces of her dying then quickly reforming for him. Him. Not her family, not her own survival. Him.
“Legion hissed like a startled cat, the noise scraping at Reyes’s skin. “Me no boy. You think me a boy?”
Everyone stopped, stared. Even Aeron. Reyes was the first to find his voice. “You’re a…girl?” A nod. “Me pretty.”
“Yes, you are.” Reyes exchanged a glance with Lucien. “Beautiful.”
Tehditkar kelebek; bu iki kelime yan yana gelince ancak tek bir adamı tarif edebilirdi. Reyes'i.
''Sadece senin bilmeni istedim. Ciddi olarak birkaç çocukla çıktım.''
''Onları öldürmeli miyim?''
''Ah, Reyes, sanırım bu, şu ana kadar bana söylediğin en hoş şey.''
''Bana dokunma,'' diye bağırdı müziği bastırarak ve geriye sıçradı.
Adamın kolu yana düştü. ''Bir daha bana öyle vurursan seni buna pişman ederim.''
''Sen de bana mı vuracaksın?''
''Hayır her yerini öperim, dudaklarımı vücudundan ayırmayı başaramam.''