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“Kieran moved forward, clasping Casteel around the back of the neck. 'If you get yourself killed,' Kieran said. 'I'm going to be pissed.' One side of Casteel's lips kicked up. 'I won't fall, my brother.' Casteel pulled him in for a tight, one-armed hug. 'That, I can promise you.”

“Huh,” said Kit, thinking of the Cold Peace. “Are you a prisoner?” “No,” said the faerie. “I’m Mark’s lover.” Oh, Kit thought. The person he went into Faerie to save. He tried to stifle a look of amusement at the way faeries talked. Intellectually, he knew the word “lover” was part of traditional speech, but he couldn’t help it: He was from Los Angeles, and as far as he was concerned, Kieran had just said, Hello, I have sex with Mark Blackthorn. What about you?”

“Before Helen pointed out that this wasn’t a promise he could truly make, Kieran cleared his throat. The sound was very ordinary and human and nearly made Helen smile despite herself. “I would that I had ever had a sibling who loved me as much as you love each other,” he said, sounding very much like a prince of Faerie. The semblance was quickly dispelled, though, when he cleared his throat again and said, “In the meantime, Helen, I must ask you to remove yourself from my leg. You are sitting on it and it is becoming quite painful.”

“If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a new one.”

“To completely understand me you must first accept that I am not you.”

“My dream is to create something so beautiful that it encourages people to present the best version of themselves to me everywhere I go.”

“Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.”

“Eternity will not cause our memories to fade, it will force our hearts to accept the past.”

“To struggle against the weight of sleep as reality eclipses the moon of your dreams is the purest sign of true love.”

“Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.”

“Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history––the first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.”

“As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.”

“Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was considered an old fairy tale by the general public. There were a few stories here and there about people angered by their present living conditions, who had demanded that the center of Constance be held responsible for it. However, information was never passed between the five different sectors. Over the years the tales of the rebellion had become children’s bedtime stories, and people did not take them seriously.”

“Here we go,” Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. “Try not to let this room scare you.”

“Kieran's hands came up to cup Mark's face. His touch was gentle. "I am not doing it for you," he said. "This will be what I do for Emma and the others. Then that debt will be paid. You and I, our debts are paid already." He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Mark's. Mark wanted to chase the kiss, the warmth of it, the familiarity. He felt Kieran's hand come down to splay itself over his chest-over the elf-bolt that hung there, below his collarbone. "We will be done with each other". "No," Mark whispered.”

“He went farther into the shadows to exchange his pants for the leather breeches. Too bad. When he emerged again, he looked pretty good even though it wasn’t his style. And he was lucky there were no tights, after all. He tilted his head. 'You like it.' 'Shut up.' I blushed. I hated vampire extrasensory perception. It wasn’t fair that he could hear my heartbeat or smell my skin or what ever. 'Girls are so weird.' Kieran snorted. 'No kidding.' 'Please, you two were fighting ten minutes ago, and now you’re the best of friends?' I said witheringly. 'Guys are weird.”

“I desire you and love you, Cristina, and so does Mark. Stay with us.” Cristina couldn’t move. She thought again of the first time she’d seen Mark and Kieran together. The desire she’d felt. She’d thought at the time she wanted something like what they had: that she wanted that passion for herself and some unnamed boy whose face she didn’t know. But it had been a long time since any face in her dreams had not been either Mark’s or Kieran’s. Since she had imagined any eyes looking into hers that were both the same color. She had not wanted some vague approximation of what they had: She had wanted them. She looked at Mark, who seemed pinned between hope and terror. “Kieran,” he said. His voice shook. “How can you ask her that? She’s not a faerie, she’ll never talk to us again—” “But you will leave me,” she said, hearing her own voice as if it were a stranger’s. “You love each other and belong together. You will leave me and go back to Faerie.” They looked at her with expressions of identical shock. “We will never leave you,” said Mark. “We will stay as close to you as the tide to the shore,” said Kieran. “Neither of us wishes for anything else.” He reached out a hand. “Please believe us, Lady of Roses.”

“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.”

“Damn,' Kieran drew the word out. 'Should we intervene?' Delano asked, sounding concerned. 'No,' Elijah answered with a chuckle. 'This is the best thing I've seen in a while. Who would've thought the Maiden could throw down?' 'This is why you don't mix business with pleasure,' Kieran commented. 'Is that the case?' Elijah whistled. 'My money is on her then.' 'Traitors,' gasped Hawke...”

“Casteel's head snapped down, his eyes feral and lost as they'd been the morning he woke from the nightmare. He caught one of the roots as it fell over my stomach and stared at it for a moment before he broke it, tossing it aside. "I cannot let you go. I won't. Not now. Not ever." His hand moved to my cheek, but I barely felt it. "Kieran, I need you to pull the bolt out. I— I can't—" His voice shattered. "I need you. I can't do that." "You're going to..." Kieran rocked forward. "Fuck. Yeah. Okay." He tore through the roots. "Let's do this.”

“Kieran?' He looked at me. 'Please... please try to be careful.' He lifted his brows. 'Are you worried about me?' Crossing my arms, I nodded. 'Don't be nice to me,' he replied, and I sensed amusement from him. 'It weirds me out.' 'Sorry.' He smiled then as he walked to where I stood. 'You don't sound remotely sorry.' I grinned at him. 'Do me a favour,' Kieran said, looking down at me. 'Protect your Prince, Poppy.”

“My mouth dropped open. 'You're naked!' 'I am,' Kieran replied. And he was. Like completely naked, and I saw way too much tawny-hued skin. Way too much. I quickly spun around, my wide eyes clashing with Casteel's. 'You should see your face right now,' Casteel gripped the arrow in his stomach. 'It looks like you've been sunbathing.' 'Because he's naked,' I hissed. 'Like, super naked.' 'What do you think happens when he shifts forms?' 'The last time his pants actually stayed on!' 'And sometimes they don't.' Casteel shrugged. 'Those pants were looser, I suppose,' Kieran stated. 'There's no need to be embarrassed. It's only skin.' What I saw was not only skin. He was... well, his body was a lot like Casteel's. Lean, hard muscle and... I wasn't going to think about what I saw. At a loss for what to say, I blurted out in a whisper. 'He has to be cold!' 'Wolven body temperatures run higher than normal. I'm just a little chilled,' Kieran commented. 'As I'm sure you noticed.' Casteel smirked. 'I doubt she knows what you're referencing.' I inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled slowly. 'I know exactly what you're referencing, thank you very much!' 'How do you know that?' Casteel lifted his brows, and I noticed that his pupils seemed to have returned to their normal size. 'If you know what that means, than someone has been very naughty.”

“Would you like to return to your room, Penellaphe?' Pulled from my thoughts, it took me a moment to respond. 'You mean my cell?' 'It's far more comfortable and not nearly as drafty as the dungeon,' he replied. 'A cell is a cell, no matter how comfortable it is,' I told him. 'I'm fairly certain this is the same conversation we had earlier,' Casteel commented. My gaze swivelled to Casteel. 'I'm fairly certain I don't care.' 'I'm also sure that we came to the conclusion that you have never been free, Princess,' Casteel tacked on. The truth of those words was still as brutal as it was when they had first been spoken. 'I don't believe you would even recognise freedom if it were ever offered to you.' 'I know enough to know that's not what you're offering,' I shot back, fury returning in a hot, welcoming wave, warming my too-cold skin.”

“He does seem quite taken with you.' ... 'I think he's far more taken with himself.' A loud laugh burst from the elemental. 'I think I can now be counted as one of those taken with you.' My cheeks flushed, burning even deeper when Kieran said, 'I would advise against saying that in front of Casteel.' 'I like my head attached to my body, and my heart in my chest, the elemental responded. 'I have no plans to repeat that.”

“Kieran had finally, after about ten years, finished cutting up his food. 'May I have that? If you're done, that is? I'm not sure, but the last piece is a little thicker than the rest of the pieces.' Slowly, he looked over at me. 'Would you like me to cut your food for you?' 'Would you like me to knock you off this bench?' He chuckled deeply. 'Cas is right. You are incredibly violent.' 'No, I'm not.' I pointed my fork at him. 'I'm just not a child. I don't need someone else cutting my meat.' 'Uh-huh.' He handed the knife over, and I took it before he could change his mind.”

“Nothing lives forever. Anything can be killed if you try hard enough.' Overly proud of myself, I stabbed another piece of meat. 'I suppose.' 'But no matter how hard you try with that knife you just swiped,' he said, and my eyes widened, 'you will not be able t kill Cas with it.' My head swung in his direction. 'I'm not planning to kill him with it.' 'I would hope not.' He looked at me from the corner of his eye. 'It would probably only further endear you to him.' I gave a small shake of my head. 'I'm going to ignore that incredibly disturbing possibility.' 'Ignoring something doesn't make it less true, Penellaphe.”

“Were you injured?' 'Would you fret with worry if I was?' The corners of my lips turned down. No? Yes? 'Not particularly.' 'Ouch.' He pressed a hand to his chest. 'You wound me yet again.' 'He's not wounded,' Kieran answered. 'At least, not physically. Emotionally, I believed you left him shredded.' I rolled my eyes. 'Then why ask if he's okay if he's not hurt?' Kieran started to reply, but Casteel beat him to it. 'He's a worrywart. Constantly fearing that I've been injured or that I've overexerted myself. Wanting to know if I've gotten eight hours of rest and eaten three square meals a day.' 'Yeah, that's exactly it,' Kieran replied drolly.”

“You took out the mouthy one?' I nodded as Casteel cursed when the arrow he'd been pulling on most likely got stuck on something important. Like an organ. 'With your dagger?' Kieran sounded impressed. 'That and my sparkling personality.' The wolven snorted. 'It was probably the latter than did him in.”

“He raised an eyebrow at me. 'You plan to use that?' 'Why does everyone think I'm going to stab them when I pick up anything that's not blunt?' 'Well,' Kieran replied blandly, 'you do have a habit of doing exactly that.' I started to argue but quickly realised that, unfortunately, he had a point. 'Only when it's deserved.' I placed the dagger on the small wooden table. 'And it's not my fault that some of you deserve to be stabbed. Repeatedly.”