"You're so incredibly violent." He paused. "I think I like it"
"So, princess, will you tell me what you want from me?"
I took another uneven breath. "Anything?"
“You're an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.”
“With my sword and with my life, I vow to keep you safe, Penellaphe,” he spoke, voice deep and smooth, reminding me of rich, decadent chocolate. “From this moment until the last moment, I am yours.”
Tell me what you enjoy, so I can make you love it.
Hawke's golden gaze roamed my face. His stare so potent that it felt like a caress along the scars. My cheeks. And then my lips.
Death was like an old friend who pays a visit. Sometimes when it's least expected and other times when you're waiting for her.
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