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“You wouldn’t, because you don’t really want to die. You don’t just live, Cleo. Life itself sings from your existence.” The smallest smile appeared on his lips. “I know one day when you’ve finally outgrown this tendency to be overly dramatic to gain attention, your true self will come forth. And that Cleo will be a remarkable woman—one who deserves to bear the name of a goddess.”
“Why would a Watcher be exiled from their home, anyway?” she asked. “They say that some fall in love with mortals and they leave voluntarily. Once they leave, they can never return.” “To do such a thing for love. To leave paradise.” She swallowed. “It seems like a waste.” “Depends who you’re in love with.” This was true.
Watchers, as you may have heard in the old legends, were the protectors of the Kindred, four crystals that held the truest, purest essence of elementia. Obsidian for earth, amber for fire, aquamarine for water, and moonstone for air.
“I never said she was evil. Nor was she good. Even in the darkest and most cruel person, there is still a kernel of good. And within the most perfect champion, there is also darkness. The question is, will one give in to the dark or the light? It’s something we decide with every choice we make, every day that we exist. What might not be evil to you could be evil to someone else. Knowing this makes us powerful even without magic.”
“Whom do you address?” Cleo asked crisply. “You are Princess Cleiona Bellos,” the dark-haired boy said, staring down at her with a rather bored expression. “Correct?” Theon tightened his grip on her wrist. She took this to mean that she wasn’t to answer the question. “Who wants to know?” Theon asked instead. “I am Magnus Lukas Damora, prince of Limeros. It’s an honor to meet the princess in person. She’s every bit as lovely as I’ve been told.”
Love is stronger than anger. Love is stronger than hate—stronger than anything. Remember that.”
“As you can probably already tell, we’ve arrived. And we’re not going anywhere. Surrender.” “To you?” Cleo’s words burst forth without any forethought. “Never.” His expression tightened. “Oh, come now. I know we’ve had some unpleasantness between us in the not-so-distant past, but there’s no reason why you can’t be nice.” “I can think of about a million reasons why I would never want to be nice to you.”