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“Look, despite my occupation, I’m sympathetic that these noble actions have landed you in a heaping pile of shit. Your motives touch even my cold, black heart,”
“With that tiny thing? Feels like you’re jamming a baby carrot into my hip. The only emotion you’re likely to draw from me is disappointment.”
Was love worth that kind of devastation? Cassandra had decided it wasn’t.
“High Gods, Cass. You are going to get kicked out of the order. And it’s going to be worth it.”
Tristan had to know if the little Daredevil could be tamed. He suspected not. And smiled as he anticipated the ride of his life.
“What’s a pterodactyl?” Tristan asked. Xenia, blasé, resumed examining her fingernails. “An ancient monster that roamed the world before humans and Fae appeared on the continent. A mindless, flying beast whose only impulses were to feed, fuck, or kill.” Tristan surveyed Cael. “Sounds about right.”
“I don’t need to pay for something that’s freely offered whenever I desire.” Tristan fought the urge to leap from his chair and pummel his friend to the ground. Sister Fortin didn’t concede an inch. “Doing it yourself doesn’t count.”
“Wouldn’t be proper to take a flight without the man of the house,” Tristan said.
Mistress Eklan had returned to her task, mumbling to herself, though Cassandra heard every word. “If I were thirty years younger, I would climb him like a tree, chastity vow or no.”
“Because you’re fierce and selfless and you make my world a little better. So, in the end, it’s your triumph. Don’t let me take it from you.”
He towered over her, amazed by how small she was when her presence in his mind, in his life, was so large.
“He did. He used to tell me I was the bravest girl in Ethyrios. I used to believe him.” He squeezed her hand. “I still believe him.”
But I also don’t live life avoiding the present for fear of the future.
“He didn’t carry me over like that,” Cael quipped. “You’ll always be my first love, Cael, no need for jealous hysterics,” Tristan answered, blowing his friend a kiss.
“I didn’t regret the decision to leave the order for a single second, my darling girl. Not for a second, despite how it all ended, despite the pain,” her mother whispered, her eyes warm and content. “He would’ve wanted you to live, Cassandra.”
