Cruel Beauty
- Дафна Вандерhar citeretfor 5 år siden
Then I thought, I do not have time for such things. - Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste år
“I’m helping you,” I said, my voice low and clear. I couldn’t meet his eyes, so I stared at the ring glinting on my finger. “I chose you and Arcadia, so I will betray Ignifex. I will destroy him so that you can take back everything he stole. But I love him, not you, and I’m his wife, not yours.” - Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste årAstraia’s smile vanished. “You like it.” Her voice was low and shaky. “All these years you were miserable. All these years I tried and tried to comfort you but nothing ever worked until at last I thought you were broken. I felt so useless that I couldn’t heal you. But really, all you ever needed was to kiss our mother’s murderer and become a demon’s whore—”
"WHAT DO WE THINK OF ASTRAIAA?!?"🗣️🗣️⁉️
"SHITT!!!!"✊
"WHAT DO WE THINK OF SHIIT??!"🗣️🗣️⁉️
"ASTRAIAAAA!!!!"🖕🖕🔥
"THANK YOU!!"🗣️🗣️💯
"THAT'S ALRIGHT!"😀‼️
👏"WE HATE ASTRAIAA!"👏
👏"WE HATE ASTRAIA!"👏
👏"WE HATE ASTRAIAA!"👏
👏"WE HATE ASTRAIA!"👏 - Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste årI said. “You can trust me.”
Im liking u but No
- Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste årHe looked at me blankly.
“We drink as well,” I said. “It’s part of the ceremony.”
His gaze wavered. “I . . .”
“You will honor my mother or I will break this bottle over your head.” - Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste årI knelt and set out the candles. Ignifex, standing beside me, lit them with a snap of his fingers, then stuck his hands in the pockets of his long dark coat. For the first time that I had known him, there was something stiff and awkward in the way he stood.
Hes the type to hold the phone and bags of clothes while Nyx scolds him to hold the phone steady and checks how the clothes looks on her on a flash sale.
- Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste årWe still looked for an answer. We still hunted through the library and prowled the corridors. But it seemed less like a quest and more like a game. And we played in that house. We chased each other through the rose garden, hiding and seeking in turns; we built castles in a room full of sand; I made him sit in the kitchen while I tried to cook for him and set the pans on fire.
- Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste årFor the next three days, I recovered. Though Ignifex stopped telling me to stay in bed after I threw a water jug at his head—I missed, but on purpose—I mostly obeyed the command anyway.
- Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste år“I won’t let him hurt you,” he said quietly.
“I hate you,” I said through my teeth. - Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈhar citeretsidste årIgnifex knew me. And loved me. And he had never asked me for anything. Even Shade wanted me to die for him. Maybe I shouldn’t forgive a monster just because he loved me that way—but—
But loving me that way made him a monster. My doom was the price of saving Arcadia, and only a monster would care more about me than saving thousands upon thousands of innocents.
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