“I’m no longer diseased. Ordinaries were never diseased, actually. So, you have no excuse to hate what I am anymore.” I blink at her. “I never said I hated what you are.” “Fine. Hated what I wasn’t.” I open my mouth, her name ready to fall from the tip of my tongue. But I stop myself, honoring her wish to not use it again. “Gray. When I look at you, I see a strength that no Elite possesses—and it called to me long before I ever discovered what you were or were not.”
