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“However, I doubt that you could handle me. Somehow I think you prefer your women either unavailable or subservient. I am neither.”
“Smells fouler than a dock whore’s twat down here.”
Do not fear their censure.” A soft touch skimmed the edge of her upper arm. “I have seen generations grow from babes and then be put into the grave. And their words all lost to time.”
“There are days when I look in the mirror and don’t even recognize myself. I’ve become merely shapes and colors. In truth, I hardly know who I am anymore, or if I was ever anyone at all.”
“My mind is filled.” Her free hand, heavy with languor, drifted along his arm and he trembled softly. “With what?” she whispered. “You. All the time. You.” He sighed. “Daisy has taken up residence here.” Yet it was to his heart he pressed her hand, to feel its pounding.
An alpha, my boy, is not the beast with the greatest strength but with the greatest will. Know your mind, boy. Know it without hesitation or reservation and ye shall lead them.
“I didn’t worry because worrying doesn’t change a damn thing.” He pulled the sheet over his master. “Fate is fate.”
“We are all imperfect creatures, love. I don’t want perfect. I just want you.”
“Perhaps there are some things we can’t let go of, but simply accept as over.”
“Haven’t you learned, woman? You’ve fallen off the map. Here there be monsters.”
Sorrow and loneliness were an insidious evil, for they lived in the mind. One could not take a tonic and see them dissipate.
“I am consumed,” he whispered against her ear, and she shivered. “By you.”
