“Don’t you know why I call you bird?” “Because you locked me in a cage?” His silver gaze simmered like hot smoke. “Because when I met you, for the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt hope. And not just hope that I might beat my father, though of course, I can’t deny that.” Acid roiled in my stomach, but those eyes held mine, and I found myself unable to look away. “That’s what birds represent. Stranded sailors look to the sky to be led by them back to dry land. Birds soar through the dawn each morning, as sure as the sun rising in the east—the promise of something new, regardless
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