The Vanishing Throne

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WARNING: Possible spoilers for the FIRST book!

The girl whose gift is chaos. Death is her burden. Wherever she goes, it follows. They say she can either save the world or end it.

“I will worship thee.”

“A dictionary. Is that a type of dessert?”

“I admit to being somewhat unclear on the function of human tears. So we're sad about this? Should I menace someone?”

Kiaran smiles, that beautiful false smile that makes my heart ache. His face is a mask, flawless and immaculate, no hint of passion or emotion. Even statues have more life.

“You think I can't bear to look at them [Aileana's scars], that I believe these mean you're weak.” Karan's fingers are at my pulse now, thumb sliding down to my collarbone. “That couldn't be farther from the truth....I want it to be me, not you.”

“Why didn't you just tell me?”

“Because I'm still learning,” he says quietly.

“Learning what?”

“How to feel.”

Derrick is quiet for the longest time, wings fanning softly. His golden glow is slowly returning. “I see the way he looks at you.”

I swallow, afraid of his answer. “And how is that?”

“Like he wishes he was mortal.”