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Filling her. Taking her.
On those nights, she hated herself more than she
could ever hate him.
And now, here he was, as beautiful and deadly as
she recalled.
He was her maker. And he was the enemy of her
kind.Herenemy.
He flipped the knife, offering it to her, hilt first.
A hard bark of laughter escaped her. “What are you,
a sucker for punishment?”
“Use that on me again and I’ll snap it in half.” His
tone was flat, even. “Then I’ll snap your fingers.”
Her gaze flashed to his. Yeah, he would. “Promises,
promises.” But he didn’t promise to kill her. Which
meant he wanted her alive.
Because he wanted something from her.
What?
“You remember me?” he asked.
Dumb-ass question. “Yeah, I remember you, vanilla
bean. Reaper boy.”I remember everything.The
screams. The bodies. The blood. The terror.
The overwhelming swell of gratitude because he’d
left her alive. Because, in a twisted way, he’d even been
kind.
She remembered the sound of his voice. The scent
of his skin. The way his knuckles had felt as they
grazed her cheek.
Everything.
