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For many years, Fitz had no mother and was grateful when he had a bed to sleep in. They were both sort of broken, just in totally different ways.
“But the way to handle problematic things isn’t to just pretend they aren’t there. It’s good to see it and feel this way. Also, you can still be impressed with the artistry. Both things can be true.”
“I think you’re my favorite person,” she’d said drowsily into his neck. “Edward, Edward, Edward.” “I like that you call me that,” he’d admitted. “It feels really good that you know my name.” It was the last thing he’d said before she fell asleep.
“It’s okay if you’re not sure you want to fall for me, but I think I want to fall for you.”
“You do a lot of things to keep people out. The rules were about your boundaries, not about me. I got that.”
She didn’t know that Edward was already there, that he already knew who she was, and that he’d throw everything away in a heartbeat if it meant he’d get Ren out of her hands.
