Made of Scars
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“I don’t think we were ever actually friends, were we?” Brodie teased with a smile, “but we can be. In fact, I want us to be more than friends. I wonder if you might be able to forgive my bluntness and perhaps we can start over?”
“I’d like that too,” Archie answered with a gentle smile, “and yeah, let’s start again. Beginning with me saying thank you for saving me,” he added.
“Anytime,” Brodie replied, and then kissed him again, but on the lips this time.
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Wynter came back around in a strange bedroom what felt like half a day later, and found Marcus watching over her with his usual stoic indifference. He had his arms crossed over his puffed chest and was emitting icy cold air in droves.
God, even after waging war to get her back, he still couldn't just play nicely? She wanted to scream. Or throw something. Maybe both.
“I don’t know whether to kiss you or beat you,” he eventually told her, and she climbed up off the bed and stood scowling back at him. Two could play these old games.
“Try either and I’ll rip your fucking throat out. I’m not the flimsy little human girl you can push around anymore. You want me to fight back, then expect a far fairer fight this time,” she growled, and saw his mouth twitch with the smile he was trying to hide from her. He was enjoying this and she inwardly cursed herself for bothering to answer him back.
“Sure we could fight, but of course you’re my wife now and so you are obliged to respect and obey me. Plus, there’s also the consummation of our marriage to consider,” he answered with a smile, and she was reminded of the bonding ritual Marcella had performed before somehow rendering her unconscious. Was it true? Was she really his wife now? The thought made her want to cry, and the idea of consummating their union made her feel sick.
The unthinkable had happened and Jakob was gone, but she still loved him. Still missed him. And she could feel the black hole in her chest that she knew was her grief just waiting in the wings. It would hit her soon, and when it did, she knew there would be no one who could help her through it. Like Brodie, was she going to hold onto it forever?
“That is never gonna happen,” she demanded, but then she felt her heart pounding in her chest, pulling her towards him without her doing it. Wynter suddenly flushed with heat and desperation and she shook her head profusely.
This couldn't be happening. He didn’t have that power over her anymore.
The curse was long gone. She had broken that spell a long time ago.
Marcus watched her with a smile, and then he let out a satisfied laugh.
“Half jinni and half witch, my sweet. And the witch’s heart within you beats solely for me. She will keep you strong and whole, but she is loyal to me implicitly. She loves me, as will you. And so you will learn from her. Because, like it or not, you are my wife, forevermore…”
The end of book three in the Blood Slave series…
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