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by Vera Foxx (Author)
Vesper
I should be terrified of him...of both of them, honestly. Oryx, with his horns and claws and the tongue that seems to know my thoughts better than I do. And Veylor, the brooding lich who can level a room with a flick of his fingers and still looks at me like I'm the dangerous one.
Somewhere between the blood, the nightmares, and the constant threat of being eaten alive, I found something I didn't know I was missing-affection. Real, bone-deep, suffocating affection. Oryx clings to me like I'm the only light he's ever known, and maybe I am. And Veylor... well, he fights his feelings with all the grace of a wounded cat. Which perhaps that's better... except I can't help but feel the pull to him like I do with Oryx.
Oryx
She is mine.
My pet, my warmth, the first creature who ever looked at me without fear-or if she did, she hid it well. When her scent brushes against my skin, something inside me wakes, sharp and desperate. I was created to obey, to serve, to be nothing more than a weapon at my Lord's side... yet one touch from her and I want more than purpose. I want belonging.
When she bleeds, I shake. When she smiles, I purr. When she looks away, my chest aches in a way my creator never warned me about. I do not understand all these feelings, but I know this: I will protect her from every threat, even from my creator for whom I care deeply
Veylor
She was supposed to be a complication-an inconvenience I could keep at arm's length. Yet every time Vesper looks at me with those stubborn, furious eyes, something inside my chest aches... the part of me that isn't even supposed to exist anymore.
I've rebuilt bodies, stitched souls to vessels, commanded shadows and death itself...but I cannot seem to control the way she makes my magik falter. Oryx gravitates to her instinctively, his need laid bare, and by the shadows help me... I envy him. I envy the way she softens for him. I envy the way he touches her.
I tell myself I'm keeping my distance to protect her.
But the truth is far uglier-
If I get close, I won't let her go.
This is a MMF monster love story, a Frankenstein story reimagining, including magic, fated mates..
