Page 35 of Sing Me Awake (Bonded to the Gods #1)

thirty-five

Fury

T hey really are their own undoing.

She didn’t think I would see the little seed she planted in that broken human girl.

So broken that my darkness found hers without effort.

Oona has no imagination.

She forgets who created the beasts of this land.

Light does not live without the dark.

Polarities will always exist within all our creatures.

The wind tumbles and turns around my prone figure, watching the kingdom across the cooling breeze of the sea.

“Soon… We will play together soon.”

An unhinged laugh consumes me, my dark lips spread wide over razor-sharp fangs.