Page 28 of Pretty Little Death


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Me

Adore is a strong word

That was a lie. It wasn't a strong word for what most fae felt.

If anything, the descriptor was a weak one.

The adoration was natural.

Darius had been through a worse hell than I had, and he still planned to worship the feet of whoever he was mated to. Liv had been lost to Niall since the moment they met. And Callum had legitimately stalked Kat until he attempted to manipulate her into bonding with him.

None of them had seen the twisted, fucked-up shit that could happen within a mate bond. I sure as hell had never told them it was a risk. Because like Grayson said, most fae adored their soulmates when they finally met them.

But that connection had a price.

Grayson

What else would you call the way Callum looks at that blonde werewolf? Devotion? That's even stronger

Me

Fine, it's adoration

It doesn't happen overnight, though, and it's different for female fae than males because of the power imbalance

Grayson

Liv seems just as devoted to the shapeshifter

How is it different?

Me

It just is

Grayson

Sure

But the power balance between you and I is minuscule if there is one

Me

Liv and I are very different people with very different desires

It's not the same

Grayson

Whatever you say

Gotta go, I'll leave the shadows with you as long as I can

Me

Just keep yourself alive

Grayson