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“I have killed for work, for money. I have killed for revenge when I went after the men who murdered my mother. I have killed for Lucille, for my lass. My Lucy. My little brute. Mo chreach bheag. So many names I have for her, yet none of them can truly capture my feelings for her. How strong and fiery and all-consuming they are. And I know without a doubt I’d do it again. I’d tear someone to pieces with my bare teeth if they tried to come close. I’d burn down the entire world if someone dared to take her from me or dared to hurt her. And I wouldn’t stop there. No, I would give my life.”

“You’re in control, mo leannan. You’ve controlled me from the second we met. Not in the way you meant it, surely.” He huffs out a laugh because we both know I didn’t want him to stalk me. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone. “But you own me now. You own my heart. My soul.” He starts pumping his fingers in and out of me in a faster rhythm. “My cock.” He lifts an eyebrow and smirks. I wish I could come up with a snarky comment, but all I can do is whimper from his touch. “You have my protection. And hopefully soon, my name, too. Lucille Burton has a nice ring to it, does it not?”

“You don’t even realize you light up rooms wherever you go. When I saw you in the bar that night, it was like the spotlights were all pointed at you, making you glow.” He moves his hands over my bloodstained skin, cupping my breasts, roaming over my stomach, my thighs and hips. “Every man’s head was turned in your direction, and so were the women’s. You’re a thing of beauty, something to be admired and be jealous of. And you do it all just by being you. Your husband made you feel like you were nothing. But you, my sweet Lucy, are everything.”

“I intend to replace all the bad memories with good ones, mo chreach bheag.” He places the softest kiss on my lips. “All the pain your piece of shit husband put you through will be replaced by me. With pleasure, but also with pain. Because from now on, my dear Lucy, I’m the only one who gets to hurt you. And I will only do it in order to make you feel good. Because you are my little brute. You’re my girl.”

“I am your servant, Lucille. Anything you want from me I will do.” I open my mouth to state the obvious retort, but before I can, he interrupts me because he already knew what I was about to say. “Except leave you alone. That I have no control over. I don’t possess any control when it comes to you. You have no idea of the power you hold over me.”

“Now you listen to me, Lucille.” She startles from my rough tone. I’ll apologize for it later. “The only thing I want is you. With or without children, I don’t give a flying fuck. With twenty dogs or only our little Sabrina. All I care about is your happiness. That’s what makes me happy―knowing that you’re content and satisfied. Knowing that I’ll wake up beside you every single morning. Knowing that I can kiss you any time I want. Knowing that you’re mine.”

“The boy was there too, stumbling through the living room horde and passing out magic mushrooms from a paper bag. His eyeballs sparkled inside gaping, play-dough sockets while his limbs hung gaunt and exhausted from eight straight days of self-medicating fear. Another boy in a black tee pinched some mushroom flakes from his bag, nodded his thanks, and mouthed the word “bro” like blowing a man kiss.”

“My love, I can see it so vividly―you torturing your husband. What was it that Daisy Scott did first? She cut off his fingers one by one? For ever daring to put his hands on her? You would look so pretty with blood all over your face. But you would look even prettier completely bare for me, taking me inside. Letting me worship your body and make you bleed as I dig my nails into your silky skin. You would love that. I promise you.”

“¨La oscuridad lo succionaba como un remolino, en movimientos circulares, mientras que el relámpago electrocutaba su cuerpo y lo rompía en miles de pedazos. Su mirada moribunda se había encontrado con la mía y dos lágrimas cayeron por dos mejillas distintas que se habían unido para formar una.¨”

“The Hand of Souls has an insatiable thirst. Its wicked delights are woven into the fabric of fate itself. It’s power drawing in souls like moths to a flame. As daylight fades and shadows lengthen, its cursed nature reaches out like vines in the night, ensnaring its user. Those who grasp the Hand of Souls are forever marked by its twisted touch, eternally intertwined with the darkness that plagues its very existence.”

“Holy hell,” I whispered as soon as we stepped into the hall leading to Killian’s court. My entire body shivered as it soaked up the energy twisting around us. If rage had a taste, it would be the poisonous nectar that hung in the air of Death House—bitter-sweet and deadly. It smelled like the inside of a used coffin and was just as dark. My skin prickled with a clammy cold sweat, goosebumps rolling over my skin. “There’s nothing holy about this place.” Julian pulled me closer. “I offer you a few words of wisdom in this hellish place. Do not cower here, Fiadh, not for anyone. This is not a place to look weak. Go in there like you own it. Respect is only earned through fear and dominance within these walls, and you don’t want to be seen as the only coward here. The moment they smell weakness, you’re nothing but prey in a room full of blood-thirsty predators.”

“If you touch me in anger again, whether it be by fist or power, I will end you and bring your court to its knees. I will worm my curses and spells so deep into the roots of your territory that it will look like another haunted forest when I’m done. There will be nothing left for the imps to destroy in my name when I am through. I will sell off pieces of my soul to magic just to end you.”