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“Stop calling me that!' I squirmed. 'And you should stop doing that,' he said, his voice rougher, deeper. 'Then again. Please continue. It's the perfect kind of torture.' ... 'You're sick.' 'And twisted. Perverse, and dark.' The rough stubble of his chin dragged over my cheek, and my spine arched in response. He seemed to get even close as his fingers spread over mine. 'I'm a lot of things-' 'Murderer?”

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From Blood and Ash

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“Your name isn't Hawke Flynn. You're him! You're the Dark One.' 'I prefer the name Casteel or Cas,' he replied then, his tone hard and distant. 'If you don't want to call me that, you can call me Prince Casteel Da'Neer, the second son of King Valyn Da'Neer, brother of Prince Malik Da'Neer.' I shuddered. 'But do not call me the Dark One. That is not my name.”

“I can't do that. Right? I mean, I don't have... the, uh, parts for it.' 'Parts?' Kieran coughed. 'What have you been filling her head with?' The Prince slid him a bland look. 'Teeth. I do believe she means these.' Curling his upper lip, he ran his tongue over one fang, and my stomach dipped and twisted in a mixture of pleasure and unease. 'They don't need that. They just need your blood for them to complete the Ascension.”

“I thought you'd be asleep.' 'Is that why you barged in?' 'Since I knocked, I don't consider that barging in.' He closed the door behind him and stepped into the light. He'd bathed and changed, his damp hair curling against his cheeks. 'But I'm glad to see that you were prepared just in case it wasn't someone you wanted to see.' 'What if you're someone I don't want to see?' That half-grin appeared. 'You and I both know that's not the case.' His gaze roamed over me. 'At all.' 'Your ego never fails to amaze me.' I placed the dagger back and then looked around. Since the only other place to sit was the very uncomfortable-looking chair, the bed was the only option. I sat on the edge. 'I never fail to amaze you,' he replied. I smiled. 'Thank you for proving what I just said.”

“You shouldn't look at me like that.' His voice had thickened. 'Like what?' 'You know exactly how you're looking at me.' He closed his eyes. 'Actually, you might not, and that's why I should leave.' 'How am I looking at you, Hawke?' His eyes opened. 'Like I don't deserve to be looked at. Not by you.' 'Not true,' I told him. 'I wish that was the case. Gods, I do. I need to leave.' He rose and backed up, his stare lingering. I didn't think he wanted to leave at all. He took a deep breath. 'Goodnight, Poppy.”

“And it was strange to know myself and be so certain when I'd spent so long not knowing myself- never really being allowed to discover who I was, what I might like or dislike, what I'd want or need. But I knew now. I had known the moment I had asked him to stay. I knew what the consequences could be. I knew what I was, and what was expected of me, and I knew I could no longer be that. It wasn't what I wanted in life. It had never been my choice. But this... this I wanted. Hawke was who I wanted. This was my choice.”

“It didn't matter if the gods found me unworthy because I was worthy of this- of laughter and excitement, of happiness and anticipation, of safety and acceptance, of pleasure and experience, of everything Hawke made me feel. And he was worthy of whatever consequences came from this because this wasn't just about him. I knew that from the moment I'd asked him to stay. It was about me. What I wanted. My choice.”