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“What doesn’t destroy you will reshape you. Remember this, Celeste. Remember that the same fire that transforms sand into glass can turn logs into ash.”
“Tell me, Seraph, what with cavorting with Triples and burning off wings, how on Earth, or rather on Elysium, did you find the time and energy to have a child?”
“You two were soulmates.” “What? I thought—Jarod . . .” “He wasn’t her soulmate.” “But—” “Mate means friend, Celeste. Jarod . . . I believe he was more. I believe he was her neshahadza—her soulhalf.”
“Once souls lock together, it becomes impossible for them to live without the other.”
“To fail or to wonder?”
“Because we aren’t the sum of our mistakes but the sum of how we deal with them.”
Pretty on the outside; petty on the inside. Crazy how a single letter could make such a difference.
“I don’t see how my smolder’s duration has anything to do with you not being able to get your wings out of my face.” “Celeste,” he growled. “What, Seraph?” “I’m winging you.”
“With me, Celeste. You belong with me. To me.” And then he was stepping forward, filling my space. Filling all the space. “The same way I belong to you.”
“You can feel mine, Celeste, because my reckless soul has decided it belongs with yours.” The air darkened as his wings curled around our bodies. “Ta yot neshahadzaleh, levsheh.” His fingertips danced up the length of my spine, then back down, before wrapping delicately around my waist. “You are my soulhalf, sweetheart.”
When his lips grazed my mouth, the hurricane raged. Was he kissing me goodbye? His kiss set fire to my skin, illuminating our cocoon of silence and darkness where nothing outside of his pounding soul and my sparkling flesh existed. If this was goodbye, it was the cruelest parting.
the best way to save humanity is by teaching humans to save themselves.”
“Tonight, I vow to forever protect your body, your heart, and your soul.” In slow motion, his hips pulled back, then pressed forward, and a tremor zinged through both our bodies. “Ni aheeva ta, Celeste.” “What does that mean?” “It means: I love you.”
You can rewrite this story a million different ways, Celeste, but it will always end the same. It will end with you and me.”
