“I’m afraid of hurting you.”
"You've said that already… don't try to bullshit me."
His lips twitched. "I'm not. I'm afraid of what my magic might do. Of what I might do if I lose control. Her wrath can be vicious, and I am already heir to so much darkness.”
I reached for his hand. “What if it means she trusts you to carry that power responsibly? What if it’s a gift, not a burden?... Or she trusts the other parts of the triad, the other people marked to keep you in check?”
He looked away. "I can't really allow myself to think that way."
"Why not?"
“Because you may want me, but he doesn't, and I don't need to play with fire."
I blinked. "What?"
He smirked. "Not sure that we've ever had this conversation before. But call me non-discriminating, if it wasn't clear enough. Dominic is at
