Awhile ago on Twitter the question went around, “What is dark romance and who writes it?” My answer: In a dark romance, love doesn’t ‘save the day.’ It just saves the hero’s and heroine’s souls. The day is still f’d.
“I didn’t ask for either of those.”
A heated flush rose in his face. This was the dance, he realized. The back-and-forth of what they could be to each other. For each other. “What’s left of my body isn’t worth the having.”
“You lie,” she said. “And anyway, I’ve had that already.”
The blush turned to flame and heated him to the core. “There’s nothing more of me.”
“The tenebrae know there’s always more,” she said. “And they want the very last of it. Light and laughter. Hope and peace.” She hesitated. “Love.”
The word hit him like a tenebrae fang through the belly, ripping upward to lodge in his throat. “I’ve no more of that either.”
She shot him a glare and strained away from him with all her dancer’s strength and demon’s power. “You lie again.”
He struggled to hold her, amping his teshuva against her fury, though his one-handed grip left him precariously unbalanced. “Nim, you ask too much.”
The closest feralis fell back on its haunches, pointed its muzzle upward, and let loose a howl of triumph. The rest answered in a cacophony that brought another rain of bricks tumbling down.
Apparently, the tenebrae approved. Always a bad sign.
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