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Gifts given as a reward for surviving. They are Elite. They are extraordinary. They are exceptional.
“Every girl deserves something equally as pretty and deadly as they are,”
“Anyways, I’m what they call a handy back at the palace. My dad and I fix anything that needs fixing in the castle, and trust me, those two have broken a lot over the years.”
I feel like a better name could be given for her job
“Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.”
“Remind me to make you smile like that again, when you aren’t dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorize it.”
“If you die, I’m going to kill you.”
“Calculating, cocky, and a completely arrogant bastard,”
If I am to be her enemy, I want it to be because she loathes herself for wanting me.
Kai is so down bad for her
“The truth then?” “The truth always,”
“Darling, I doubt that the sight of someone dying would affect me as much as you do alive and well.”
“I’m mostly shocked I didn’t notice with how closely I pay attention to you.”
I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing. Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing. Not until I looked into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn’t seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is. “Blue,” I say, my voice low.
“Vicious little thing,”
“Oh, darling, my eyes were on the dance floor,” he says casually. “They were on you dancing with my brother.” Then he huffs out a laugh, craning his neck to shake his head at the canopy of leaves above us. “Why do you think I’ve been drinking?”
“Will you forever be the prize I am aimlessly trying to win?”
“The truth then?” “The truth always.”
Dimples. Those damn dimples.
She said I could touch her when I’m sober.
“Picky prince.” “Clever Pae.”
“I don’t know that I ever lived before laying eyes on the likes of you.”
“A forget-me-not, since you always seem to be forgetting who I am,”
“I don’t give a damn if you forget who I am in title, so long as you remember who I am to you.”
Dimples. Both of them on display. Both distracting. Both devastating.
“I want to call you mine.”
