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Perhaps you may not need powers to be powerful.
“Every girl deserves something equally as pretty and deadly as they are,”
I was completely and utterly alone in the world.
Paedyn. A Mundane. A Psychic, a fighter, a thief. And yet, the only one willing to help for whatever reason. The only one able to help.
“Looks like I messed up your pretty face after all, despite my best efforts.” “Oh, this is nothing.” She laughs breathlessly. “You should see the damage I did to your pretty face.” My lips quirk into a smile as I lift my head toward hers. “Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.”
focusing on the girls in front of me rather than the one dancing close by with my brother.
She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine. And I can feel myself drowning.
Adena was stunned into the silence for the very first time when I told her I wanted a silver dress. I needed to stand out. Needed to remind the people of their Silver Savior.
“I’ll be stealing her now,” Kai says simply,
If I am to be her enemy, I want it to be because she loathes herself for wanting me.
She lays her palm on my own and the mere contact has my pulse quickening. What has this girl done to me?
“And I’ll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.” We stare at each other.
anything, to say, but I’m too busy staring to think straight.
Distraction. He’s doing it again. He’s taking my mind off the death I just witnessed, off the fact that I watched him kill someone because they were going to kill me. He’s the only thing keeping my thoughts from Sadie’s dead body, the only thing that will chase the nightmares away for tonight because I’m too occupied with the thought of him.
There are so many bodies around me, so close, so pressing. The air feels so thin, so hot in my lungs. I feel so confined, so trapped. Body locking, heart leaping, mind laughing at how weak I am.
She wants to see me without a mask? Fine. Let her see it all. Let her see my frustration with the feelings she is to blame for.
The sight of her in jet black is enough to make me colorblind, make me see nothing and no one but her.
I’ve never seen something so beautiful, so bold, so blatantly wrong for me. She is a devil. She is a deity. She is a man’s downfall in human form. She is my downfall.
I bury the emotion I don’t want to identify as jealousy, though it claws at me nonetheless.
