Dark Skye

understand how he was hurting her. “Should I make you think I’m totally a virgin, or maybe that I only had a couple of fuck buddies? How about one conquest per century?” Voice rising with each word, she yelled, “I hate the way you make me feel!”

“I don’t want to! But I don’t know how to handle this. I can’t just act like I haven’t felt wrath. Like I haven’t been brought to my knees with jealousy. . . .” He trailed off, frowning at a pair of marble markers that bordered the path. Only two lines had been carved on them.

Thronos had already gone across their border.

“What do they say?” she asked, backing away.

He read them, gazing up with bafflement. And then things really got weird