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I’ve spent so much of my life resigned to the fact that nothing would ever be real. Every friendship false, every kindness calculated.
“Hide your feelings, hide your fear, and most importantly, hide behind your facade.
He’s smiling. Amused. Arrogant as ever. “You do realize who you’re talking to, right?” “A cocky bastard?”
Annoying, arrogant ass.
“I never wanted this. Never wanted to be what I am today. But monsters are made, not born.
“Technically, I did listen. I talked, not moved,” I whisper back, my voice sharp. I can feel his mouth smiling against my ear. “Smart-ass.”
I find myself smiling as I think about the calculating boy behind me. The calculating boy, who for some reason, cares.
The strongest weapon a woman has at her disposal is that she is often underestimated,”
“Oh, darling, a trophy implies that I won it, earned it, deserve it.” He leans in farther, a certain reverence reflecting in his gaze. “But if I get to have you, it will be because you let me.”
I’ve endured torture, faced my worst fears, led armies into battle, and yet, climbing a mountain with a hangover may just be the death of me.
“So, you just want someone to keep you company?” “Not someone. You.”
People aren’t born strong; they’re made that way. And the prince and I know that better than most.
“I see why you hate this game.” “No, I hate this game because it’s boring. You hate this game because you’re bad at it.”
I shift closer, her lips part, and— And there is something digging into my throat. What the hell— She has the damn shoe pressed against my neck.
“I don’t know that I ever lived before laying eyes on the likes of you.”
