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Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Do you still carry out those orders for Draven?"
The question hit me like a punch to the gut. "Draven hasn't ordered me to take a life since well before the war ended. In fact, even during that time, he'd made it very clear he would send someone else. I refused each time he offered. Draven didn't make those decisions lightly or on his own. The Council all chose to bear the responsibility. I was just the one to carry them out. As I performed my duties, I added glyphs to represent each life I'd taken."
Raven inspected the tattoo from the tip at my neck to the branches down my arm and side. There were seventy-two glyphs in all.
"What do the others mean?" she asked.
I took her hand and brought it to my hip, pushing her fingertip down on the symbol there. "Blood."
With my hand over hers, I moved to each and stated their meaning. "Power. Sword. Righteousness. Revenge ..."
One by one, I shared the words I'd marked upon my flesh so I would never forget what I'd done. When I stopped, Raven's warm hand hovered over my heart, above the only glyph I didn't name.
"What does this one mean?"
"Hope."
She moved to get a better look at it. "This one was added last?" she assumed.
I shook my head. "No. Hope came first. Without it I wouldn't have the rest."
The way she looked at me, with such understanding and compassion, made me feel like I could share more.
“I didn’t just kill our enemies,” I continued. “I killed some of our own soldiers, too. The ones who betrayed us or did things to make it easy for the former Shadow Lord to carry out his atrocities. And a few whose only crime was their inability to keep their mouths shut and continuously put our army in harm's way because of it. Draven trusted me to make many of those decisions for our own demons. And I did.”
I could feel Raven’s hand shaking slightly against my skin, but she didn’t pull away. “Casimir,” she whispered. “That’s a heavy burden to carry.”
“Someone had to.”
Raven’s sad smile made my skin prickle.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“That’s how I feel about this mess with Sersha. Someone has to be the one to do something.”
Gripping the back of her head, I brought her lips to mine. “I know, Little Bird. But now you have me to share in that burden.”
“Why do you look so happy about that?”
My shoulders lifted. “I’m happy to share anything and everything with you. Burdens. Hopes. Dreams.”
I leaned up again and nipped her lip. “Naked time.”
Raven smirked then bit my pectoral flirtatiously and my cock twitched. “Careful, mate, or I’ll think it’s an invitation.”
One of her eyebrows lifted. “For what?”
“For whatever it is I think you need.”
Ever so slowly, Raven lowered her mouth down to my skin and bared her teeth. It was a dare, one I’d never back down from. Before she could sink them into my skin I had her flipped face down and underneath me.
She laughed throatily in that sexy way of hers. It did something to me every time I heard the sound. I’d never grow tired of it.
From the feel of things, neither would my dick.
“Is this what I need?” she chuffed.
Twisting, I delivered three rapid-succession spankings to one perfectly round asscheek. She jolted and stiffened, then sighed when I rubbed away the sting.
