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347 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 9, 2020
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I Do Love Anti-Heroes*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
He wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted to be his Master’s world in the same terrible, unfair way his Master was his.
He’s a two-faced snake, Eridan realized, looking at Idhron with a mix of fascination and disgust. A liar, and an excellent one.
“Every telepath has an area of their brain dedicated to telepathy,” Idhron said.
Eridan nodded, glad that he actually knew what Idhron was talking about. “Yes, the atheus.”
“Indeed,” Idhron said, and for the first time since Eridan had met him, there was something like faint approval in his gaze.
Eridan scowled, annoyed with himself for feeling a little pleased.
Eridan did as he was told and folded his hands in his lap, the picture of a perfect apprentice.
Judging by Idhron’s narrowed eyes, he only managed to make him suspicious.
“Your progress in most subjects has been satisfactory,” Castien said.
Eridan’s lips twitched. Satisfactory meant “good” in Castien-speak.
“With a few notable exceptions,” his Master added.
Eridan pouted, which earned him a flat look.
“Your mind-reading ability isn’t where I would like it to be,” Castien said. “And you are still abysmal at meditating without me.”
“But Master,” Eridan said. “It’s not my fault I can’t focus without you guiding me. It’s a condition; it’s not something I made up!”
Castien gave him a pinched look. “You are going to milk this for all you can, are you not?”
Eridan grinned.
“You talk too much,” Castien said into his cheek, his hands still cradling Eridan’s face. “You talk too much, and you are excellent at irritating me. I must be insane to actually like it.”
"I tried to be kind. To do the ‘right’ thing. But kindness does not come naturally to me. I am a selfish man.”
He wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted to be his Master's world in the same terrible, unfair way his Master was his.
"Don't pretend to be a good man, Master. You're not. You're selfish, and you take what you want. And you want me."
"You are mine," Castien said, sucking a hickey into his neck. "You will always be only mine. I will kill anyone who touches you."
He's a two-faced snake, Eridan realised, looking at Idhron with a mix of fascination and disgust. A liar, and an excellent one.
He wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted to be his Master's world in the same terrible, unfair way his Master was his.
At last, Idhron said stiffly, "I find that I dislike living in a world where you do not remember me." Something rueful and self-deprecating appeared in his telepathic presence. "Apparently, I am that selfish. I need you to need me. Therefore, calling your… love for me unrequited is not accurate. It is very much requited."
"You are mine," Castien said, sucking a hickey into his neck. "You will always be only mine. I will kill anyone who touches you."
“Frankly, I am not sure what love is. But you are the only thing—the only person—I care about deeply. The only person more important to me than my Order.”