When He Takes -fallen God 2- - Gabrielle Sands -

“To speak.” I stepped closer, my bare feet pressing into cold marble stained with divine blood. “And I’m telling you now—you don’t get to fall alone.”

It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again.

Not of his enemies.

“Good,” I answered, and pulled him closer. “So am I.” Because some falls aren’t endings. They’re the first step toward something the gods never anticipated: A monster loved. And a monster who loves back.

“I do,” I lied back.

Of me.

In the silence, I remembered what the old texts said about the Fallen God’s curse. That he would destroy whatever he loved most. That his touch was ruin. That his heart beat only to break the world.

I threaded my fingers through his. His skin was cold. It had been cold since the day they carved out his grace and left him to rot in the void between worlds.