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“You said I couldn’t control how people treated me, but I could control my reaction to their mistreatment. That it would define who I was.”
“Well, the moral of the story is to be kind to others but defend yourself if you must.”
“Come back with me tomorrow and see Headmaster Clarke at The Academy.” My head reeled back in shock. “Why the Nightling would I do that?” He looked me up and down again, slowly, and my stomach warmed. “Because you have more magic than anyone I’ve ever met. I can smell it on you, like a sharp, aged whiskey. You belong here.”
“You never knew my wife, but she brought so much joy to my life that some nights I still lie awake, desperate at the thought that you will never experience that kind of love.”
I knew in that moment that no matter what Ariyon did to me, no matter how cruel my four years here were with him at The Academy, I would never be able to hate a single hair on his head. I owed him everything.
‘Let’s get one thing clear. I am loyal to you and you alone, Fallon Bane. If you need my help, I offer it without question. If your heart breaks, my heart breaks too. If someone seeks to harm you, I will harm them no matter who they are or what title they carry. And if you go insane with darkness and become a Nightling, then I too go with you.’
“Well, what do you want, Fallon?!” she huffed. I met her gaze, unable to stop my tongue from baring my deepest truth. “To be loved. To be kissed by a boy. To be normal. To go to the school dance with my hair down, in a short dress, with no gloves, and dance all night without fear of being touched and caused pain.”
“We can’t help what we are born into, Fallon. Only the choices we make each day.”
“If I could take the curse from you, I would, Fallon,”
liked Ariyon a lot more when he seemed to hate me. Because this new Ariyon was a whole lot more confusing.
“And what if I go dark?” I whimpered. His face sobered. “Then I will jump into the shadows and pull you back to the Light.”
Both Madden boys were going to break my heart and I knew it; all I could do was brace for impact and enjoy the days I had.
In another life I could have loved you so hard.
“Because she wasn’t you,” he declared, and I sucked in a shocked breath. “Because no matter how many times I kissed her, it wasn’t you.”
“I’m saying that from the moment I met you I’ve felt some spark of myself come alive that I long thought was dead. I’m saying that I can’t get the way you smell out of my head, and I dream about tasting you. I’m saying, Fallon Brookshire, that I don’t care who your mother is, I just want to be the person that makes you happy. It’s always been you.”
