I shook my head, slow and heavy.“I have been tasked with eliminating the Timehunter societies.It is someone else’s fate to find and reunite the Blades.”
Her frustration coiled between us like a living thing, restless and desperate.“I want to be with you, Amir.I want to be part of your life.”
“No.”The word tasted like ash in my mouth.“I can only give you darkness.”
It was the truth—stark, unwavering, inescapable.To pretend otherwise would be to invite ruin upon us both.
But her response was immediate, a whisper of defiance laced with something softer.“Then I will embrace the darkness.I want to help you.”
Her fingers trailed up my arm in a feather-light caress, igniting something deep within me, something I had long believed to be dead.
She was an angel, too pure and bright for the shadows that clung to my existence.And yet here she was, pleading to step into my world instead of running from it.
“Don’t push me away,” she murmured, her voice threading through my defenses like a siren’s call.“Allow me to be part of your darkness—your world.”
The twist in my heart ached, deeper than I was prepared for.
She spoke of darkness as something to be embraced, not feared.As if she truly believed she could walk through the fire and emerge unscathed.
Her naivety was both endearing and terrifying.
My body betrayed me, drawn to her warmth, touch, and unwavering resolve.Every fiber of my being screamed to shield her, to keep her safe from the abyss I had long since surrendered to.
And yet, a more dangerous part of me—one I had no control over—craved her.Needed her.
Because in her arms, for the first time in my existence, the darkness felt less like a curse…
And more like home.
“My sweet venom,” I rasped, my voice thick with desire, raw with possession.My hands found her waist, dragging her closer until nothing was left between us—not space, hesitation, or reason.
I silenced any further discussion with a fierce, unrelenting kiss—a brand upon her lips.There was no gentleness, no restraint, only hunger clawing its way to the surface, demanding release.As our bodies entwined, I surrendered to the wildfire she ignited within me, allowing myself to be consumed by the need that raged between us.
Words became meaningless.
Only sensation mattered—the clash of light and dark, the push and pull of something ancient, something inevitable.
I should have stopped.
But I didn’t.
The thought of indulging in my reckless desires loomed in the back of my mind like a gathering storm, a dark cloud ready to burst.I knew there would be consequences.There was no escaping the fallout of what I was about to do.
And yet, the temptation was unbearable.
It was like standing on the edge of oblivion, knowing one step forward could send me plummeting into ruin—and still leaning into the abyss, daring to fall.
The uncertainty, the thrill of it, consumed me.Right and wrong blurred into nothingness, swallowed by the fire she fed with every breath, every touch, every desperate pull of her body against mine.
Would this cost me everything?
Would I wake tomorrow with nothing but the ashes of this moment, of her?
I didn’t know.
And I didn’t care.
Because for the first time in my life, I wasn’t thinking of tomorrow.I wasn’t thinking of duty, of war, of consequences.
