The heat licking at the hem of my skirt is one thing, but that chanting is enough to do my head in. I wince at the immense throbbing in my skull, the way it feels as though someone's cracked it open with an ice pick and is now wiggling the fucking thing back and forth.
Fuck them. Fuck this.
I don't care anymore. Maybe I deserve this. Maybe this is what I get for hurting Yuri, for pushing him toward his demise.
Maybe I deserve to be burned at the stake.
The flames climb higher, but I don't feel any pain. Where I expect there to be seething torture along my shins, nothing but warmth and roaring comfort envelops me.
Maybe this is the best thing that's happened to me after all.
Author's Note: This is not a traditional romance. It is darker (and far spicier) than my usual work, includes a range of sexualities and genders, and is not a typical monogamous/love-conquers-all story. Reading the Content Warnings and Content Promises pages is highly encouraged. For fans of dark romance, dark academia, and erotica.
Scarlett Moro writes paranormal romance filled with love, magic, and occasionally murder. Her books vary from sugary sweet to weird and scorching-featuring strong heroines, flawed companions, endless banter, and the kind of slow-burn tension that (usually) ends in spice.
Sober and a big mental health advocate, Scarlett loves to have her characters face both fictional spookums and real-life demons. Her favorite story elements include vampires, age gap romance, cannibals, enemies to lovers, ghostly shenanigans, and exorcisms.
Based in Alberta, Canada, she lives with three chaotic kids and three needy fur-babies, and fuels her stories with love, laughter, and way too much coffee.