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“You're really trying to convince me to make the Ascent for a guy?' 'Is Hunt Athalar really just some guy to you?' Danika's smile turned gentle. 'And why is it somehow a mark against your strength to admit that there is someone, who happens to be male, worth returning to? Someone who I know made you feel like things are far from fucked.”

“You're my friend.' The words hung between them. His head dipped again, as if he could hide the expression on his face as he amended, 'If you would like me to be.' For a moment, she stared at him. The offer thrown out there. The quiet vulnerability. It erased any annoyance still in her veins. 'Didn't you know, Athalar?' The tentative hope in his face nearly destroyed her. 'We've been friends from the moment you thought Jelly Jubilee was a dildo.”

“...I think I loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her in her palace, even though she was so high above me that she might as well have been the moon. But she saw me, too. And somehow, she picked me. Out of all of them, she picked me.' He shook his head, the words creaking from him as they crept from that box he'd locked them in all this while. 'I would have done anything for her. I did anything for her. Anything she asked. And when it all went to Hel, when they told me it was over, I refused to believe it. How could she be gone? It was like saying the sun was gone. It just... there was nothing left if she wasn't there.”

“I'm sorry you lost your friends.' 'I'm sorry you lost yours.' Bryce nodded her thanks, going back to stirring. 'I know people don't get it. It's just... a light went out inside me when it happened. Danika wasn't my sister, or my lover. But she was the one person I could be myself around and never feel judged. The one person that I knew would always pick up the phone, or call me back. She was the one person who made me feel brave because no matter what happened, no matter how bad or embarrassing or shitty it was, I knew that I had her in my corner. That if it all went to Hel, I could talk to her and it would be fine.' Her eyes gleamed, and it was all he could do to not cross the few feet between them and grab her hand as she continued. 'But it... I'm not fine. I will never talk to her again. I think people expect me to be over it by now. But I can't. Anytime I get anywhere close to the truth of my new reality, I want to space out again. To not have to be me. I can't fucking dance anymore because it reminds me of her- of all the dancing we did together in clubs or on the streets or in our apartment or dorm. I won't let myself dance anymore because it brought me joy, and... And I didn't, I don't, want to feel those things.' She swallowed. 'I know it sounds pathetic.' 'It's not,' he said quietly. 'I'm sorry I dumped my baggage in your lap.' A corner of his mouth turned up. 'You can dump your baggage in my lap anytime, Quinlan.' She snorted, shaking her head. 'You made it sound gross.' 'You said it first.”

“So Hunt pulled back. Stared into his mate's beautiful face for the last time. He laughed softly, a sound of wonder at odds with the crystal throne room and the monsters in it. "I love you. I wish I'd said it more. But I love you, Quinlan, and..." His throat closed up, his eyes stinging. His lips brushed her brow. "Our love is stronger than time, greater than any distance. Our love spans across stars and worlds. I will find you again. I promise.”

“There's nothing wrong with being a party girl. I don't get why the world thinks there is.' But she considered her words. 'It's easier for me- when people assume the worst about what I am. It lets me see who they really are.' 'So you're saying you think I'm really an asshole?' A Corner of his mouth curled up. But her eyes were dead serious. 'I've met and dealt with a lot of assholes, Hunt. You're not one of them.”

“Hunt.' The entire world went quiet. 'I was waiting for you.' 'Bryce, sweetheart, just get back to your apartment and give me an hour and-' 'No,' she whispered, closing her eyes. She put her hand on her chest. Over her heart. 'I was waiting for you- in here.' Hunt couldn't stop his own tears then. 'I was waiting for you, too.”

“Everything that ever happened to me, it was all so I could meet you, Quinlan. Be here with you. I'm yours. Forever.' Her throat tightened, and the star on her chest flared, lighting up the entire conservatory like a small moon. Bryce kissed him back, not caring who saw, only that he was here. 'Everything I am is yours,' she said against his lips.”

“I wonder if you need Athalar's power for teleporting.' 'I can't tell if that's an insult or not,' Bryce said. Hunt lifted his brows. 'In that way?' 'If my powers only work if my big, tough male helps me out-' 'It can't be romantic?' Hunt demanded. Bryce huffed. 'I'm an independent female.' 'All right,' Hunt said, laughing softly. 'Let's just say that I'm like some magic token in a video game and when you... use me, you level up.' 'That's the dorkiest thing you've ever said,' Bryce accused, and Hunt sketched a bow.”

“This sunball-watching person doesn't fit with my mental image of the Shadow of Death.' 'Sorry to disappoint.' Hunt's turn to lift a brow. 'What do you think I do with my spare time?' 'I don't know. I assumed you cursed at the stars and brooded and plotted revenge on all your enemies.”

“Boyfriend sounds weird for you. It's so... young. But what else is there?' If he had a star on his chest, Hunt knew it'd be glowing as he asked. 'Partner?' 'Not sexy enough.' 'Lover?' 'Does that come with a ruff and a lute?' He swept a wing over her bare thigh. 'Anyone ever tell you that you're a pain in the ass?' 'Just ye olde lover.”

“She laid he palm over his thundering heart. 'Did you just call me a fucking coward?' Hunt tipped his head to the stars and laughed. 'So what if I did?' She angled her face closer to his. 'Too bad all that healing firstlight didn't turn you into a decent person.' 'Where would the fun be in that, Quinlan?”

“He knows we're a team.' 'A team,' Hunt said slowly. As if, out of everything she'd laid out, that was what he chose to dwell on. 'You know what I mean,' Bryce said. 'I'm not sure I do.' Had his voice dropped lower? 'We're roomies,' she said, her own voice getting breathy. 'Roomies.' 'Occasional Beer Pong Champions?' Hunt snatched the hat off her head and plunked it back on his own, backward as usual. 'Yes, the Autumn King truly fears our unholy beer pong alliance.”

“You said you love me.' 'And?' She cocked an eyebrow. Hunt's mouth twitched upward. 'It was said under duress.' She bit her lip. He wanted to plant his teeth there. 'Are you asking whether I meant it, or do you think you're that good with your mouth that I went out of my mind?' He flicked her nose. 'Smart-ass.' She flopped back onto the mattress. 'They're both true.”

“His wing brushed her bare shoulder and she turned her head to find him with his head propped on a fist. 'Don't do that.' 'What?' His eyes sparkled in the dimness. She turned onto her own side and waved a hand toward him. 'Look so... like that.' His lips curled upward. 'Sexy? Attractive? Seductive?' 'All of the above.”