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“I think you care very little,” she goes on, “because you think that keeps you safe. If you care for very little, you have very little to lose.” A knot forms between my shoulder blades, making me shift again. “But you know what?” Smee says. “Caring for so little means that when you actually do care, losing it has a much higher cost.”
I’m no artist, but I’m an expert at violence and I will paint a fucking masterpiece with your blood.”
“Because I’m a possessive prick,” I tell her. “I don’t even have to like the thing. Or the girl, as the case may be. What’s mine is mine, and once it’s mine, it cannot be someone else’s.”
“But just so we’re all clear, I think this is a stupid fucking idea and if the twins want to fly, I’m happy to help. I’ll drop-kick you off the edge of Marooner’s Rock. You’ll really fly then.”
Nani loved us all, but I always thought she loved Bash and me the most. Tilly barely spent time with our grandmother, always preferring to follow our mother and father around like a lost little puppy. Mother and Father were the seat of power and Tilly had always been hungry to have a place.
When I straighten again, I rock just slightly, letting him feel the full heat of my pussy. “Winnie is my name.”
“I can feel it,” he says, a soft utterance, a quiet secret. “Feel what?” “Your love,” he says. “In my chest.” He kisses my cheek, lingering close. “I can feel your love like a million golden stars in the endless abyss that is me.” His words hit me in the gut and wings fill my insides. I clench my teeth, trying not to cry, but it’s too late. Vane looks down at me, swiping the tear away, and I lean into his hand as the trembling subsides. “Promise me you will always be there.”
He tilts me up to him and kisses me gently. “I promise, Win.”
“How dare you,” I say. He chuckles, and it’s the single greatest sound in the world. “Needy little whore.” “Always.” My eyes are closed again but I know he’s smiling.
“You look stunning, Darling,” he says, his voice even, tapped of all emotion. Gone is the Pan of earlier, the one edging on a break. “You too.” His jaw clenches and my chest fills with wings.
Why do these boys have such a hold over me? Why does my body immediately puddle every single time they promise to treat me like a dirty whore?
