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Death swipes my curls off my neck, fingers traipsing across my chemise strap to cup my shoulder. He leans in so he may frost-kiss his mark: his traditional greeting. So different from Neo. He always feels different, the polar opposite.
I shiver when he cups my face, overlapping where Lux touched, his eyes revealing the golden galaxies to dethrone the memory of hers. “You are his true bride, Elysia. Never doubt that. You are stronger than her.”
“No, I’m not.” I shake my head, mad panic lacing up my spine. “I’m always running, Thanatos! Only three times in my entire life when I didn’t run. And I got burned both times.”
“Both,” Thanatos points out, and I sharply gust when his finger tiptoes along my spine, forming crystalline ice to cool the panic. He urges me to reflect on those times.
“My Noralice night.”
He nods and spreads that frost further up my spine, his finger tender and soothing until it reaches his sickle mark. His tranquilizing touch stems my tears and prompts my pulse and breath to slow, my limbs to soften.
“And?”
“The night I took Neo back…and then the Father’s damned Triumvirate that’s cursed us.”
Death cups my chin, his dark fingers forming a strong throne for my jaw to settle upon. “Go on, Elysia.”
I understand where he’s leading me. To the moments before I captured Neo’s soul. To the time my solar eclipse rings stared down Thanatos’ black holes in his tower when I’d proclaimed and professed my blessing and my new prayer, “Ezer Kenegdo.”
Thanatos grins. A true smile as if…as if hetreasuresthat night I drove him and his Father to their knees. The night I owned my trauma, my scars, my wounds, it felt like a rebirthing.
“You will never lose your value,” Thanatos preaches to me, his breath fragrant as a black rose. It may feel like a betrayal, but I desire more of that aroma. Not simply to nullify the taste of Lux’s mouth, her touch. With his words like a lullaby of deathly ice humming its promise through my sickle mark, I stand on my tiptoes so my mouth can greet his.
As soon as I do, I swear a celestial force strikes my blood, causing me to leap back, lurch, and shout, “Holy fuckety fuck!”
Death chuckles, but unlike Destruction, Thanatos does not pursue me. Only observes me as I cover my chest and back up against the wall. Overwhelmed, I gush, sliding down to curl into a ball because I’ll never forget this memory. The way he feels…the way hetastes.
I’ll never escape the Prince who tastes of serendipity and starlight, who tastes of every dream within a dream, of everyfantasyI’ve ever had…no matter the flesh. The most beautiful kiss I could ever imagine. A kiss of Elysium.
While I dig my fingers through my scalp, Thanatos simply shrugs and murmurs, “You’ll get used to it.”
I drop my heavy arms to the side. “Is that your warped, dark humor?” I hurl the accusation. When he nods, I prop my elbow on my knee and rub a tear from my eye. “I expect so much better from Death.”
“Perhaps later.” Thanatos turns and reaches for an additional black robe with its ends tattered and frost-tipped. “I must leave you for a short time. I have myownCourt to command for now. Syn will protect you in my absence.”
“Syn?”
As soon as I speak the word, Thanatos nods towards the bone door fused with shades and frost. After the knock like a single clap of thunder, I raise one brow as Thanatos beckons the door to open to reveal…
Oh, Saints!
Chapter6
“It’s time this angel courted Death. I’m going to claim my just marker…”
Syn is the delicious embodiment of her name. Thick horns of milky twilight corkscrew from the apex of her flawless bald head while dozens of razor-sharp spikes fuse into her chest and shoulders.
At the sight of her fifty shades of flint gray skin, my fingers tingle, and heat flushes my body. Biting my lower lip, I pinch my eyes to take in those spikes like overlapping iron feathers while her black talons for fingers remind me of my armored claws the first time I danced with Neo toScheherazade. Those claws seem alloyed into Syn’s formidable cheekbones. All of her is devilishly naked apart from that—
Holy fuck, Thanatos! Is she wearing…?
A chastity belt, yes.He circles me, the corner of his mouth tugging to one side, betraying the dark humor I’d dared him to unleash. Unlike Neo, Thanatos doesn’t need to boast with words. His expressions are everything, and I adore his smirk.
Syn jerks her head to me and puckers up her lips in a kiss before her mouth again turns stoic. There is something sofamiliarabout her.
Thanatos pauses at my side, his frost and floral scent hovering along my curls.There was a soul who came to me not long ago. A soul my sister could not capture and hold in Neo’s Soul Pool. She was far too quick with purelightningenergy.
I snap my head to Thanatos, my lips parting before my eyes dart between him and Syn. My heart short-circuits, but all my nerve endings run wild.
