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“You are more than what he made you,' he said. 'Do you understand? That isn't the strength. The shit her tried to carve out of you is. You have every reason to keep going. Now more than ever. And I say this knowing- knowing how stupid it is for me, of all people, to say it.' He wasn't talking about the Kejari. He was talking about something bigger. And his fingers clutched mine, trembling, as he hissed, 'So don't you fucking dare stop fighting, princess. It would break my damned heart.”

“After so long, you realise that knowing things doesn't especially matter very much. Knowledge with no context is meaningless. That's not the real treasure. 'Oh?' I tucked away my tools and stood. 'What is, then?' Vale stood, too. He was quite tall, and he looked down at me with a wolfish kind of delight. He smiled, revealing those deadly fangs. The moonlight from the window glinted in his amber eyes. I felt, all at once, like an idiot for thinking before that he didn't look monstrous. Because in this moment, with that smirk on his lips, I glimpsed the man of the legends. The monster of the whispers. 'Curiosity,' he said.”

“I know what it feels like to be helpless,' I ground out. 'You don't. You don't know what it feels like to be surrounded by five men and know you can't stop them from hurting you. You don't know what it feels like to see the people you've grown up with wither and die. You-' You don't know what it feels like to watch yourself die.”

“Good. You are not safe. Not in this castle. Not in this room. You are prey in a world of predators.' He leaned closer. 'I will never hurt you,' he said softly. 'But I am the only one who will make that promise, and keep it. I will never give you false safety or kind lies. But I will teach you how to wield those teeth of yours.' He smiled, revealing for the first time the full length of his sharp canines- the death blow, surely, of hundreds. The girl should have found the sight terrifying. And yet, for the first time in a month, she felt... safe. 'Perhaps they are not as sharp as mine,' he went on, 'but they can still kill, with the right bite.”

“You don't give an inch, do you?' My eyes licked coldly up his body. 'Do you? Or is an inch all you have to offer?' Petty. Stupid. I didn't even know why I said it, except that when he let out a low laugh, I found it oddly satisfying. 'Sleep well,' he said. 'I hope that knife under your pillow doesn't give you a crick in your neck.”

“Oraya of the Nightborn,' he murmured. 'I give you my body. I give you my blood. I give you my soul. I give you my heart. From this night until the end of nights. From daybreak until our days are broken. Your soul is my soul. Your heart is my heart. Your pain is my pain. I bind myself to you.”

“Think about this. Power is a bloody business. You know that as well as I do. We have teeth, you and I. Now is the time to use them. We'll rip apart the worlds that subjugated both of us, and from the ashes we'll build something new. And there is no one I would rather have beside me to do that with than you, Oraya. No one.' His voice lowered to a plea. His gaze dipped- to my mouth- before flicking back to my eyes. 'And when I leave this room, and come back with a priestess, you will marry me. You will do it because I can't kill you. I tried. I can't. A world without you would be a dark, depressing place. And I've already inflicted enough pain without committing that fucking injustice, too. So let me save you.”

“He was considering giving up. "No. Don't Stop." I unsheathed my other blade. "Give me a fair fight, and I'll give you a fait death, Ibrihim." His jaw tightened. After a moment, he forced open his shaking fingers and let his bow fall to the ground. When he drew his sword, he could barely support the weight of it. Still he threw everything he had into those final strikes. And when I wrenched him close, when I prepared my killing blow, that one remaining eye met mine, as if looking into a mirror. "I'm glad it was you," he said, quietly.”