Chapter 38 : High Stakes

Poppy’s POV

I felt like I had been chewed up and spat out. I could barely lift my arms and I felt so damn tired even though I’d slept the better part of three days. But just a little bit of that exhaustion was lifted when I saw Eirikur again.

He looked like hell.

Granted, the most beautiful version of hell I’d ever seen, but his silky white hair was greasy and tangled. Still wearing the satin pajama pants and leather harness. Now absolutely filthy. His silver skin looked nearly brown from all the dirt and grime streaked across it. But his saffron-yellow eyes were just as intense as always.

And he loved me.

If I wasn’t so exhausted, I would have thrown myself at him to show him how much I loved him, too. It seemed improbable with how fast we were thrown together. Like we were expected to hate each other.

And we did.