How do I – how can I get out of this –But nothing. Nothing. I come up empty at every panicked turn.Oh…oh my god. Is this it? Is this seriously how I go?My wolf howls in my heart, faint, already feeling the effects of the lack of oxygen. Breathe, she begs, nudging me. Breathe, breathe! Please, br
A shaky little moan crawls up my throat as Anton wraps his fingers in my hair at the base of my neck, clenching his hand into a fist, pulling my head back slightly. He bends me, fastening his mouth to mine. I obey, letting him take control, letting my head tilt, a shiver running through me from head
And as much as I love them and want to look only at my friends, my eyes flick around, landing finally on Death, who looks at me with…With such fucking hatred in his eyes.Anger flares in me, true and deep, replacing my awe and my confusion and my panic.“There’s my girl,” Anton murmurs, stepping a
Slowly, I begin to smile.“Whose hubris makes her overstep her power. This Game –““Is my Game now,” I hiss, whipping my hand in front of his face and snatching it into a fist like I’m grasping a fly out of the air. “Mine. You have run it into the ground, and now it is mine. I claim it. I make the r
I look beyond Laila and am not very surprised to see Heralds showing up, vanishing girls away, presumably back to the palace. I growl a little, remembering my promise to kill Death if any more of them show up dead.My wolf turns in an anxious circle within me, both of us wondering if that was kind o
And, indeed, to put together the shattered remains of my reality. I start to shake in earnest now, my hands clasped tight to my arms, dropping my head as I look down at my feet.“Juniper?” Anton asks, his voice soft as he steps close, watching me tremble. “You all right?”“Yup!” I chirp, whipping my
“I don’t know,” I murmur, letting my eyes flutter shut. “I – I got all this magic, Tony. I don’t know where it came from.”He hums, letting me know he understands, letting me continue.“As soon as I said it?” I whisper. “It like…became true.”Anton nods. I can feel it, his cheek moving against my ha
I just stare at Tony, baffled. “You’re real,” I whisper.“I mean, only kind of,” he says back, lifting his face up to the water, apparently relishing the feel of it against his skin. “I think only conceptually, if that makes sense.”“It doesn’t,” I growl, closing my eyes and rubbing my hand over my