kill him. I’ve plenty of soul to spare.” He grinned, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. This was no laughing matter.
“Not an option. There’s no telling what it’ll do to you. Introducing that kind of evil into your soul eats you up like a cancer,” I warned. I’d seen it happen time and time again in the summoner community, and I had personal experience with the subject. I struggled with it every day—the constant temptation. A million little chances to do the wrong thing. Once you let the darkness in, it’s hard to keep it out. Just like after you’ve made your first kill, the rest that follow are each a little easier.
“I’m sure I can handle it. I am shadowspawn, after all. Quite evil.”
He gave me a reassuring smile, and I shook my head.
“You’re not evil.”
“Of course I am. I’ve done many bad things. Terrible things,” he replied.
The average person might’ve bought that argument, but not me. I knew better, because I knew the difference between bad and evil. I gently caressed his cheek. He was so damn pretty, and though he was full of wicked mischief, there wasn’t an evil bone in his body.
“No, Liam, you’re not. You’re only evil by association.”
Power zinged through me, and he shuddered as though he’d stepped outside on a windy, subzero day, and closed his eyes. “Say it again. No one’s said my name in so long.”
Though the idea of using his True Name again made me nervous, I brushed a light kiss across his lips and indulged him. “I love you, Liam. I want to stay with you…”
He opened his eyes and looked up at me imploringly. “Then stay with me. Let me do this for you. For us. You banish him, and I’ll kill him.”
“No. You’ll have to let me go at some point. I’m mortal, remember?” I pointed out. “I’m ready to go out in a blaze of glory. You shouldn’t have to endanger yourself like this for a few days more with me.”
“Patience, every moment spent with you is worth dying for.”
Tears stung my eyes, and I took a slow, steadying breath to fight back the sob clutching my throat. Lord and Lady, that might be the most romantic thing I had ever heard, and I knew he meant every word. There was only one thing I could do.
I lied.
“All right. Let’s go back to sleep, and we’ll start working on the spell at a more decent hour,” I said. Because our field trip hadn’t lasted long it was still around about six in the morning, and even creatures of the night have our limits. We’d sleep on it, and I would let him think he won the argument, right up to the end.
His serious expression melted into a mischievous grin as he flipped me beneath him. “I’m sure we can find more entertaining things to do than sleep.”
“Don’t you ever get tired?” I asked.
“Not often.”
Our clothing vanished, but before he could further his wicked plan, I pulled him closer and clung to him. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the familiar scent of him—smoke, he always smelled like smoke, which my inner fire faerie considered fine cologne. Faust was warm, and I enjoyed the simple pleasure of feeling his heart beat and the brush of his breath against my skin. Nothing felt better than being next to him…and nothing would hurt more than losing him.
“Make love to me,” I murmured.
“Gladly.”
I kept my eyes closed, afraid that if I looked at him I’d burst into tears. He kissed me, and then his lips trailed down the side of my throat, pausing to nibble just beneath my ear before continuing lower. Cupping my breasts, he teased the peaks of my nipples, and I moaned my approval. Exquisite sensations tingled through me, and an eager ache formed between my thighs. I needed him inside of me, but as he’d said, Faust preferred to be thorough, and I knew this was only the beginning.
When he was satisfied that I was a whimpering mass of need, he moved his attention down again and lowered his mouth to my sex. Though I was enamored of his talented fingers, they
“Not an option. There’s no telling what it’ll do to you. Introducing that kind of evil into your soul eats you up like a cancer,” I warned. I’d seen it happen time and time again in the summoner community, and I had personal experience with the subject. I struggled with it every day—the constant temptation. A million little chances to do the wrong thing. Once you let the darkness in, it’s hard to keep it out. Just like after you’ve made your first kill, the rest that follow are each a little easier.
“I’m sure I can handle it. I am shadowspawn, after all. Quite evil.”
He gave me a reassuring smile, and I shook my head.
“You’re not evil.”
“Of course I am. I’ve done many bad things. Terrible things,” he replied.
The average person might’ve bought that argument, but not me. I knew better, because I knew the difference between bad and evil. I gently caressed his cheek. He was so damn pretty, and though he was full of wicked mischief, there wasn’t an evil bone in his body.
“No, Liam, you’re not. You’re only evil by association.”
Power zinged through me, and he shuddered as though he’d stepped outside on a windy, subzero day, and closed his eyes. “Say it again. No one’s said my name in so long.”
Though the idea of using his True Name again made me nervous, I brushed a light kiss across his lips and indulged him. “I love you, Liam. I want to stay with you…”
He opened his eyes and looked up at me imploringly. “Then stay with me. Let me do this for you. For us. You banish him, and I’ll kill him.”
“No. You’ll have to let me go at some point. I’m mortal, remember?” I pointed out. “I’m ready to go out in a blaze of glory. You shouldn’t have to endanger yourself like this for a few days more with me.”
“Patience, every moment spent with you is worth dying for.”
Tears stung my eyes, and I took a slow, steadying breath to fight back the sob clutching my throat. Lord and Lady, that might be the most romantic thing I had ever heard, and I knew he meant every word. There was only one thing I could do.
I lied.
“All right. Let’s go back to sleep, and we’ll start working on the spell at a more decent hour,” I said. Because our field trip hadn’t lasted long it was still around about six in the morning, and even creatures of the night have our limits. We’d sleep on it, and I would let him think he won the argument, right up to the end.
His serious expression melted into a mischievous grin as he flipped me beneath him. “I’m sure we can find more entertaining things to do than sleep.”
“Don’t you ever get tired?” I asked.
“Not often.”
Our clothing vanished, but before he could further his wicked plan, I pulled him closer and clung to him. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the familiar scent of him—smoke, he always smelled like smoke, which my inner fire faerie considered fine cologne. Faust was warm, and I enjoyed the simple pleasure of feeling his heart beat and the brush of his breath against my skin. Nothing felt better than being next to him…and nothing would hurt more than losing him.
“Make love to me,” I murmured.
“Gladly.”
I kept my eyes closed, afraid that if I looked at him I’d burst into tears. He kissed me, and then his lips trailed down the side of my throat, pausing to nibble just beneath my ear before continuing lower. Cupping my breasts, he teased the peaks of my nipples, and I moaned my approval. Exquisite sensations tingled through me, and an eager ache formed between my thighs. I needed him inside of me, but as he’d said, Faust preferred to be thorough, and I knew this was only the beginning.
When he was satisfied that I was a whimpering mass of need, he moved his attention down again and lowered his mouth to my sex. Though I was enamored of his talented fingers, they
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