Recent content by Keres

She went with the pull willingly, breath breaking from her as the shadows claimed her and the mattress caught her fall. The bed dipped beneath her weight and she arched instinctively toward him. Her fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt, dragging him down with her, nails scraping skin where...

Her lashes shuttered at the first brush of shadow against her skin, a soft, broken breath slipping free of her as the tension she’d been holding in her bones finally gave way. The cold was gentle, almost kind, and when his fingers slid into her hair she stilled, breathing deeper, grounding on...

Keres tensed at first under his touch, every instinct screaming that closeness was danger, but the fight bled out of her too quickly. Gods help her, she leaned into his palm, just a fraction, as though her body had decided before her mind could catch up. His hand was cool, steady. Not cruel...

Keres felt his attention on her long before she saw the shadows move, themselves from the corners of the room, slow and sinuous, creeping across the stone toward her bare feet. Her toes curled reflexively, a shiver running through her as temptation whispered just beneath the fear. She drew her...

She scowled to herself as he laughed. “I’m glad I am of some amusement to you,” she cut in, dark eyes flicking to his mouth, noticing the way it fought a smirk. She hesitated when he made the offer, genuinely caught off guard.. A book? Paint? Her brow creased, nose wrinkling faintly. Those...

Keres let out a soft, humourless scoff, turning just enough to glare at him over her shoulder. “See reason?” she echoed. “I don’t want her to see reason. I want her to see punishment.” Her lips pressed thin. “Or am I the only one you ever see fit to punish?” She shook her head faintly...

Sleep claimed her utterly; deep, dark, and mercifully empty. No dreams clawed at her mind, no memories stirred. She felt weightless upon the feather-soft bed, cocooned in warmth, aware only of a steady presence beside her. It was enough. Enough safety to let her guard finally slip, to let her...

Panic flared the moment her feet left the floor. She twisted weakly in his hold, fingers clutching at the front of his tunic.. Her body betrayed her, shivering despite her effort to still it, knowing he'd feel every tremor. She hated that. Hated the way exhaustion stripped her bare. Weakness...

Her brow creased faintly No, she didn’t believe he would allow it. But if their blades had found her throat when they had the chance, there would have been precious little he could have done to stop it. He wouldn’t allow her death because she was 'his'. Because if she was to die, it would be by...

Her chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven pulls, breaths trembling from her as she stared up at him. Hatred burned in his gaze as clearly as the firelight blazed in his. “Enough of your clever little anecdotes,” she snapped, her voice frayed. “You dress cruelty up like wisdom and expect me to...

She stared at him, shaking despite herself, every muscle still humming with spent magic and venom and fury. She tried to still it, tried to lift her chin with something like pride as his finger tipped it upward, forcing her to meet that crimson gaze. For a heartbeat she searched his face...

Had he been there the entire time? Watching? Had he known of this the entire time, as they burst into her room, as wine was poured over her head, as spiders crawled over her skin, as Threnody bled out on the floor calling her name. Had he let it happen? Had he arranged it? Rage swelled until it...

She swallowed hard on purpose. Steel kissed her throat and bit in, just enough. A sharp sting. Warmth followed, a thin bead of blood welling and sliding down into the hollow at her collarbone. Her breath hitched, but she did not look away. Dark eyes locked onto Agravayne’s face, unblinking...

Pain flared through her scalp as Agravayne fisted her hair, wrenching her head back. But no sound came, her body betrayed her utterly, slack and useless in his grip. Kill them... The thought was not shouted. It was whispered. Her own voice, cold and vicious inside her skull, stripped of...

The last thing she saw as they hauled her from the room was Threnody. The hands that had held her, that had played her music, now slick and red, pressed futilely to his ruined belly. The sound her name had made as it left his lips in a trembling breath of stunned disbelief. That look on his face...