watched them, those horrible, soulless eyes
blinking every now and then as her teeth
began to clack.
Manon angled her head at him. “You’re ...
different today.”
He shrugged. “If you want someone to
warm your bed who cowers at your every
word and obeys every command, look
elsewhere.”
Her stare drifted to the pale band around
his throat. “I’m still not convinced,
princeling,” she hissed, “that I shouldn’t just
kill her.”
“And what would it take, witchling, to
convince you?” He didn’t bother to hide the
sensual promise in his words, nor their edge.
A muscle flickered in Manon’s jaw. Things
from legends—that’s who surrounded him.
The witches, the spider ... He might as well
have been a character in one of the books he’d
lily
(lily)
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