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A Court of Shadows and Lightening

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It's colder then I remember it, dark as an abyss but I stop being afraid of the dark along time ago. 

Shadows curl around me and I allow myself the split second of hope. Allowing myself to wish for the male I can not have. 

His voice is a distant memory but also clear as day in this dark and musky hole. 

"We will be friends." His voice is relaxed but firm.  Lulling me away into memories with his deep vibrato. 

"Friends?" I croak, confusion lacing my voice. 

"People who are nice to each other occasionally spend time together." Azriel deadpans. 

"I know what friends are." I snap back, not able to hold back the bite in my words. Some way to start a friendship. 

He chuckles despite my tone, the dark alluring sound wrapping around my spine. I look away from him. 

"Well, you don't seem to have any."

I  don't realize the tears have fallen until they have drenched my cheeks.  I curl deeper into myself, wishing those memories wouldn't haunt me. I replay the moment over and over in my head. Weaving it into my very being, my sanity.  With darkness threading around me I list all the reasons he couldn't love me. 

Even if I could get out of this hell, those memories are all I have.  I wouldn't forgive me either.Todos los derechos reservados

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Risk and Reward cover

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A Court Of Past And Present cover

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What if I lived? ✔️

Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.