forever blueming

“You’ll never be done with me,” Kaelis says with all the arrogance in the world. “I will haunt you from this world into the next.”

“I’m a relic of a bygone era,” he continues. “A cursed man with no future who shouldn’t have existed in the first place. If anyone will be my downfall, it’s you.”

“But tell me what you’re afraid of; I see it.”

“You’re so fucking perfect. It’s infuriating,” he rasps, every word punctuated by a thrust or a kiss so hungry that it’s as if he’s trying to consume me whole.

“There is no world in which you do not consume my very being.

“More. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. Until the only shape your cunt knows is my cock. After me, no other man will ever satisfy—never come close.” I shiver. The hand that isn’t supporting him is back at my breast. “If you want to be spared from me, say so now, Clara. Or I will make you mine.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for ages. Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Ever since I saw you dancing in that damned vision with another man. The audacity that fate would imagine that anyone else would ever touch the woman I’d claimed for my own.”

“If you give yourself to me, I will take it all. Now. Time and again. I will not be gentle.”

“You consume my every waking moment. Devour my thoughts. You’ve poisoned my halls with your scent. Flooded my dreams to the point that I cannot tell if it is a delight or a nightmare to want to drown in you. If you hate me, then hate me, let us be eternal rivals. Let any future where you and I are more than enemies finally be done and gone. “If you want something else from me, then take it. But, if it is neither, then set me free and let me be done with you once and for all.”

The last person I expected to make me feel like I had a place was Emilia. But she just killed a man for me.

“I doubt the world around me. I fear what I can’t control. But I do not doubt myself, and I do not fear the one thing I have power over: me.”

His world means nothing to me if the people I love aren’t in it.

What did I tell Luren? Live because she can’t? But how do I keep living when my guiding star has fallen?

It shouldn’t have been you, I repeat over and over in my mind, never you. I would’ve endured a thousand years of Halazar if it meant you’d keep living.

“Because…” A slight smile tugs at the edges of his mouth. “It’s you.” “What does that mean?” I laugh. “Every time I see you, I see what the world could be.”

Every hope I would’ve ever held for my sister—the wishes I feel like I carried from before I could even say her name—came true.

“Good to know my mere visage is enough to frustrate you.” “More than you know,” he murmurs under his breath so quickly that I am left wondering if I heard him correctly at all.