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"They weren’t at the tirin

"Whatever What about your whole free-will over fate spiel?"

"I believe you’ll choose her"

"I hate her" He remembered how, in hell, she had stood over his bound andThen, she’d left hi

Actually, hate was too soft a word for what he felt for her

"Maybe I’ll just avoid both women," he added, "and save nashed his molars "I can try And ill you do if White and I do end up together, huh? You don’t think I’h for her"

"I certainly don’t You just slept your way through a baker’s dozen"

"At your urging"

"And your point? I didn’t hold a gun to your head"

In so back to hell I don’t want to clean up her mess," William said "And I know she’ll make one She won’t be able to help herself It’s her nature"

Willia, Lucifer, had once lived in hell Eventually, the hate, greed, envy and wickedness living in his soul hadin his heart White, as well as her brothers, Red, Black and Green, had spewed from him

He’d heard demons call them the four horsemen of the apocalypse But these four were not, not really; they were inals

Actually, that’s exactly what they were Shadoarriors

They had been birthed in evil, and prophecy claimed they had futures to match White was to conquer anyone she encountered, before so war, Black fa to do with White He had enough proble conceived in evil had no bearing on the girl herself He knew those in darkness could find their way to the light He knew so terrible After all, diamonds were formed in thepressure

He knew But he didn’t care

It wasn’t White he longed to see It wasn’t White he yearned to scent

It wasn’t White his mind pictured and his treacherous body suddenly responded to, shi It was Tinker Bell Sweet, sexy Tinker Bell, with her--

Hands wanderinghot breath fanning over hi, he tossed a handful of dirt into the fire The flames sputtered and died "You don’t need to worry about me Like I said, I don’t want to marry anyone"

"You would be lucky to win White!" Williae and actually calmed him One of his brows arched "Now you want me to make a play for her?"

"No But you should want hly desirable"

"Well, I don’t want and I won’t ever want"

"Why? Are your ovaries swollen?"

A bead of a him "How has no one ever killed you?"

There was a pause as William opened another stolen nutrition bar, stuffed half into his mouth and sed "Like anyone would want to see me dead I’ "How many women have you been with?"

"Countless You?"

"Not so many I can’t count them"

"That’s because you lack skill"

"Maybe, but at least I can controland your willpower too weak to allow you to resist anyone with a pulse"

"Don’t be ridiculous I’ve been with plenty of people without a pulse More than that, I say no to Gilly every day"

Gilly, his best friend A huirl Reyes, the keeper of Pain, had rescued She was only seventeen years old, and for some reason, she’d developed a crush on William A crush that had deepened every time the warrior had come to visit the Lords, whootten hurt in battle, and he’d comforted her every time she’d cried out fro to haunt her

Now, she called the ht" Translation: alone

He alas

Williaht take a neoman--or ten--whenever the ht with him Not anymore He didn’t want to hurt his precious Little Gilly Gule" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>