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“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“I think it’s time you acknowledge that it is too late to save yourself from me, love.”
“Not every fight is worth fighting,”
“I. Would. Care.”
“You fight. Every moment of every day, you fight. Because that is who you are,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine. “What happens when I’m tired of fighting?” I asked, trying to ignore the pool of tears threatening to fall. Hoping the water from the shower would wash them away before he could notice. His face softened, his lips touching mine in a kiss that was so much more delicate than any other. “Then you let me do it for you.”
“You think I would allow anyone but me to touch you?”
“I’ve known exactly what you are for quite some time, Witchling.”
“You’re in love with me, Willow Hecate. Say it.”
“The fear of ignorant men is a powerful thing.
“Devious little witch,”
“You really are so fucking beautiful, even when you lie through your teeth.”
“There’s so much of your blood in me, Witchling. You cannot Unmake me, because those bones recognize me as part of you.”
The betrayal hurt almost as much as the knife. It felt as if it punctured a hole in my heart that would never heal. I stared up at him as tears streamed down my cheeks, whimpering in pain as he dragged the blade up and made the wound bigger.
“I will always protect you, even if I’m the one that you need to be protected from.”
“I cannot love you in this form,” he said, his voice softening as he took my other hand in his and rested it atop the chest of his other body. His true body. “But I can in my own. Let me love you as you deserve, Witchling.”
