“
You want me,' I put my hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding. 'And I know that scares you even though I want you just as badly.'
He stiffens.
'But here's the thing,' I hold his gaze, knowing he could bolt at any second. 'You don't get to dictate how I feel. You might give the orders out there, but not in here. You don't get to tell me we can fuck but I can't fall for you. That's not fair. You can only respect what I choose to do. So we're not doing this again until I want to risk my he
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― Fourth Wing
― Fourth Wing
“
Behind me, the cries of the gulls on the wind are scratches of silver in the sky. And it smells of smoke, and the carnival, and of the river in the sun, and sugared dough fried on the hot plate, and herbs to heal a troubled heart. I walk from the harbor and do not look back.
Vianne, or Mother?
Vianne it is.
”
― Vianne
― Vianne
