Keri Lake

I’m not the pretty delicate thing who flirts and minds her manners. I’m a crude thief, a former street kid, one who does what she has to in order to survive.

You are a mystifying enigma, Mister Van Croix.”

His gaze swung back to me, devouring me in one sweep. “And you are a frustrating distraction, Miss Ravenshaw.”

Unfortunately for you, you are precisely my type.”

That’s not possible. I have crossed the endless void of time and space, over the centuries I’ve waited, with a yearning to see your face once more. If you think that I could just let you go now, when fate has gifted me the impossible, then you’ve not yet met the depths of my obsession. It has no bounds where you’re concerned, Farryn. I would fight all the evils of hell for you, but I do not possess the strength to set you free. I won’t.”

Because I’m so unreasonably rapacious when it comes to you, Miss Ravenshaw, that not even a bolt of lightning should dare touch your skin without consequence.”

I’m jealous of anything that occupies your mind so unremittingly when you’re with me.”

I have lived as a starving man in your absence. One who’s grown tired of the futility in searching for your beauty in others. They were never what I wanted. What I craved.”

“You will give yourself to me, Farryn. And you will willingly watch me devour every inch of you like it’s my last fucking meal.”

“What do you want. Tell me.” He licked my neck and bit the edge of my jaw. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You! I want you.”

“Only me.”

“Yes, only you.”

“Sometimes, I wish you could talk, Six. I wish you would say one word to me, just so I could hear your voice. But then you look at me, and I realize, I don’t need you to say anything, at all.” I run the pad of my thumb gently over his eyelid. “Your eyes tell me what I need to know.”