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pit is wider where claws strike

strike again

pit widens

strike again

pit widens more

inch by inch

toward my moon

start clawing harder

toward her song

toward her light

toward her need

it fills the air like honey and stars

drag claws down

song grows stronger

sweeter

can almost taste her need on tongue

need everything she is

everything she gives

Chapter

Fourteen

COSIMA

Ilean my forehead against the cool glass, watching the chaos unfold below. From my vantage point in this ridiculous tower, I can see everything. Including Nikolai barking orders at his lackeys before storming off to dig through storage units himself in search of a suitable toy for me.

I can't help but smirk. For someone who claims to be such a fearsome warlord, he's certainly jumping through hoops over a simple request. Though I have to admit, there's something almost entertaining about watching him frantically search like a man possessed.

He's trying so hard to distract himself. I can see the tension in his shoulders even from up here, the way he keeps running his hands through that stark white hair in frustration.

My amusement fades as my thoughts drift to Azarel.

Where is he?

Why hasn't he come for me yet?

The rational part of my brain knows there could be countless reasons. Maybe he doesn't know where I am. Maybe he's planning some elaborate rescue.

Or maybe... he really has abandoned me.

He certainly hasn't died.

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