Lightlark

It was the most difficult decision I’ve ever made, Hearteater. Knowing that succeeding meant you beguiling someone else. Making you forget our story. Our love.”

“I’m not sure what I enjoy more. Seeing the way you grip a sword . . . or the way your dress grips you.”

“I’m not sure what I enjoy more. Seeing the way you grip a sword . . . or the way your dress grips you.”

“My realm has nothing productive to offer you,” he said.
Then he left.

“And I don’t know what I enjoy more. Replaying the image of my sword against your throat . . . or thinking about how your heart might look on my plate.”
Grim’s dark eyes flashed with amusement. “Careful, Hearteater,” he whispered, towering over her, standing far too close. “I might just give it to you.”

“I’m not sure what I enjoy more. Seeing the way you grip a sword . . . or the way your dress grips you.”

That was the moment I knew I loved you, he had said. When that arrow went through your heart, and it might as well have gone through mine

Remember us, Heart. Remember it all.

You will remember.

And when you do—

You will come back to me

I’ll give you anything,”

Anything you need. Anything of mine. It’s yours.”

She smiled