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Keres’ palms and knees smacked the cold black stone as she stumbled forward, spinning to face him, panic blazing in her eyes. The door slammed like a hammer behind her, cutting off his silhouette and the faint light from the hall. “No!” Her cry cracked, echoing off the barren walls, swallowed...

Her face burned, each blow landing sharp and hot enough to leave her reeling, her skull snapping first one way and then the other. The taste of copper bloomed fresh on her tongue. Instinctively she tried to shrink from the next strike, arms curling in, only for his hand to knot in her hair and...

Keres let out a quiet huff as he asked about her conscience, shoulders lifting in a lazy shrug that tried to look indifferent and landed somewhere between insolent and exhausted. Her brows lifted as he threatened her with a pyre however.. “Burn me?” she said, amusement razor thin. “Save your...

Her stare only sharpened, blazing like flint struck against steel as his claws dug into her jaw. Gods, she hated him. Hated the smug certainty in his grip, the way he claimed to see through her like she was nothing but glass. “My stomach is just fine,” she shot back dryly, the words rough with...

Her stomach churned, a sick heaviness settling there that had nothing to do with how quickly she'd devoured her food. Just a taste.. The words clanged around in her head like iron striking iron. If that had been a taste, what was the meal? Would she even live through it? Her eyes tracked him as...

Her eyes rolled at his answer before she could stop them, a sharp flick of black at his pompous declaration. Gods, he had to lighten up. Every word out of his mouth sounded like it was carved into stone. She watched him crumple the parchment and toss it aside, lips pressing into a thin...

The sharp snap of the quill made her flinch before she could stop herself, shoulders jerking at the sound. She stared at her plate, swallowing hard and mentally scolding herself. Just make it to the end of the meal. Full stomach. Soft bed. Then she could crawl into oblivion for a few blessed...

Her eyes rolled at his barb about brevity, though she wisely kept her tongue still. No shit, at least he's observant.. The steady scraping of quill against parchment felt like needles on her nerves, but at least when his order came, it was the one she’d been waiting for. She didn’t hesitate...

Keres had almost leaned into them, those shadows, when they vanished with a snap of his will. She sat there for a heartbeat, chilled and suddenly aware of her own flushed skin, the starkness of her breath. Her stomach clenched as shame surged hot in her cheeks. They were his, she reminded...

Keres startled violently when the icy fire licked up her tattered clothes, her hands flying instinctively to slap at the pale flame. The unnatural cold burned straight through her palms and left nothing but the smell of scorched cloth behind. She scrambled backward until the closest stone bit...

Keres’ whole body sagged like a marionette with its strings cut, the aftershock of being torn from that nightmare leaving her hollowed out and shaking. Her skull still burned, a low white fire gnawing at the back of her eyes, and her chest rattled with every desperate gulp of air she could force...

Keres convulsed as the shadows flooded into her mouth, slick and freezing as though she had swallowed a mouthful of icy water. They clawed through her chest, scraping across the inside of her skull until there was no corner of her mind untouched. She gasped, choked, the sound tearing raw from...

Keres writhed as the shadows tightened, a slick cold that felt alive crawling over her. The chill bit deep enough to make her teeth ache. “Stop—” she gasped, the sound half prayer, half command, though whether it was meant for him or the thing scratching at the inside of her skull was unclear...

Like she had the patience for his shit? Keres huffed sharply, but kept her mouth shut until he uttered the word that made her stomach drop—chamber. His shadows skimmed her skin like serpents and she fought them, every muscle braced, though the things tugged at her, forcing her to move. “I can...

The cold stone had bitten deep into her palms and knees when she’d been dropped, skin scraped raw, a hiss ripping from between her teeth as she’d looked up just in time for the door to slam. The bucket and mop mocked her from the shadows. She’d stormed over and kicked them both across the...