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Not only was he an entitled, fragile man-child, but he was a fucking idiot as well.
‘I hope she sticks a knife in your back.’ ‘With a face like that, I might just let her.’
‘Don’t we read to escape our own realities?’
Smiling, he offered it to her – the heart of a wraith. ‘I considered flowers, but I thought you’d like this more…’
‘Touch her again,’ he said, leaning in, crushing Coltan to the wall behind him, ensuring the punishing grip mirrored his words. ‘And you die.’
‘You are a spectrum of colour in the shadows. You pull me back towards the light…’
‘There are many things I don’t do that I would gladly do for you,’
He loved her and all that she was. And what she was… was everything.
Love didn’t happen once, she realised. It happened every day, in little moments, in the quiet gaps between grand words, in the lingering touches, in the hope it promised in the dark. Love was something that breathed and expanded, that was made and remade, again and again, reforged only to become stronger.
‘The darkness took a lot from me…’ Drue kissed him soundly, desire already reawakening within. ‘But it also gave me you.’
