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I have never wanted to hurt another living creature, have truly never wanted to evoke harm on someone, and yet the amount of hatred I have for the man who called himself my father for twenty years is like no other.

I want to tear his limbs from his body, I want to slit his throat, I want to take what he cares about most from him, all the while cackling with manic laughter.

I want to make him suffer.

I want to make him pay for all he has done.

And most importantly, I want him to feel the pain he has inflicted upon me. I want him to curse the day he was born because of how much pain I put him through.

Snapping a silencing shield around the room, I form a dagger made of golden fire beside my head. Spinning with a mighty roar filled with my burning hatred, I throw it with everything I have against the wall.

It isn’t enough, though. Because the wall is not him.

Growling, I make the fire arrow disappear and stalk from the room. I’m surprised fire isn’t biting at my heels at the clipped steps I take to the top deck. And I pray to the forgotten gods that no one is on duty because so help me, I cannot quelch my tongue, not with this burning hatred igniting my entire being.

But of course, I do not get my wish.

I never do.

Harlow leans against the banister, smirking. “What’s got you so riled up, princess?”

The look I give her makes her smirk falter. Considering Harlow laughed in the face of demonic dragons, I fear for what my face looks like now.

“I’m going to take a wild guess here, but something tells me this isn’t just about the news Knox received from Nolan.”

“No.”

One word, one spat word full of fire, but Harlow isn’t afraid of my anger. Concerned, perhaps, but not afraid.

Despite the darkness of the night, it’s currently a full moon, the beautiful silver glow it casts atop the deck illuminating the twinkling in Harlow’s gaze. So much so I spit, “What?”

Shaking her head, she lifts her hands in surrender. “Nothing, just surprised.”

“I’m not in the mood for your games, Harlow.”

“On the contrary, I think you are.” She kicks off from the ledge and before I know what’s happening, she’s smirking as she sends a fireball at my head.

Chapter41

Delilah

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snap.

“You need to let out all that anger. You need tofight.” She cocks a hip. “And despite your cute training sessions, no one is giving you that.”

“I’m not fighting you, Harlow.”

“Afraid you’ll hurt me?”

“Of course I am. Have you not heard how much power I contain?”

She sputters out a laugh. “Gods, cocky much? I have heard, and unlike most Fae around you, I’m not afraid of it. If anything, it’s the most exciting thing that’s happened around here.”

“You’re not entertained by the war we’re currently fighting?” I snip.

She flaps her hand in the air, waving me off. “Not that, you fool. I’m excited because perhaps this war isn’t the end of us.”

That stumps me. Harlow has never complimented me before.