My ghosts whisper to each other across me but I can’t hear them. There’s only one way I’ll ever be able to hear them again.
I turn my head for Darroc’s kiss.
As his lips close over mine, the duality inside me threatens to tear me in half, and if it succeeds, I will lose my best chance at accomplishing my mission.
I hurt.
I need punishment for my sins.
I bury my hands in his hair, and channel all those feelings into passion, pour it into my touch, kiss him hard, violently. I turn us both around and slam him up against the wall, kissing him like he’s all that ever existed, kissing him with a full measure of humanity. It’s a thing a Fae can never feel, no matter the form they wear—humanity. It’s why they crave us in bed.
He staggers for a moment, pulls back and stares down at me.
My eyes are wild. I feel something inside me that terrifies me, and I just hope I can hang on to the edge of this cliff I’m on. I make a sound of impatience, wet my lips and shove at him.
“More,” I demand.
When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.
Nooooo. She can't be kissing Darroc. I can't decide if this is Mac. Who ever it is is losing their soul peice by peice which could be Mac.
The synopsis on the Shadow Fever cover makes me think this is probably her.
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Just when I think I can wait until January...I read a teaser and realize that I cant!!!





