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I was halfway through my twenty-sixth year and not so sure that this was the finished product I wanted for my mind.
“Who are you?” the app had asked. “Whoever you need me to be,” my profile replied.
In my early twenties, I would have rushed to cover the check so that Josh wouldn’t expect anything from me. Now I expected him to procure his Amex as penance for making me watch him chew with his mouth open.
The driver asked precisely the right number of questions, which was zero.
“That’s not funny.” I swallowed. “Good, because I’m not joking.”
Generally, we like to leave humans with distant fae blood to their own devices.
(Nia) Three things. One, your doorman should be fired because they never should have confirmed that you’re home. That’s dangerous. I could be anyone, I shouldn’t be privy to that information. Two, I’m glad they did, because now I know you made it back. Three, get ready for an ass whooping.
Heaven wants you—probably only because you’re important to Hell—but you belong to no one until you decide.”
And…I was convinced. But I wasn’t comfortable with the truth.
Once her smile faded, she amended, “I would do it, though.” The joy between us died as a rare gravity colored her words. “I would,” she repeated. The air in the car felt thick as she said, “Not for me, but if you decided that you didn’t want that life. If you didn’t want Heaven or Hell, I’d take the hit so you could join your people.”
The moment she’d uncovered her treasure, she did what any good mother would do and immediately went through every means necessary to further violate my privacy.
But I thought he was the part of me that loved myself, you know? Like, my self-loathing was so palpable that I had to create an external figure that didn’t judge me, that helped me think through things without making me feel bad about myself.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Yes. I was thirstier than I’d ever been in my life, though I suspected most of that was a result of nerves. I wanted to crawl into a hole, if she happened to have one available. I would have liked her to excuse herself from the room and leave us all alone. But instead, I just said, “No, I’m all right. How kind of you to ask.”
“If he owes the angels a huge favor, why would Silas still want to bond with me?” After a long silence, the King said, “The war, Maribelle. Because you may be the pawn they’ve needed to turn the tide.”
The urge to question everything softened with the knowledge that the answers didn’t matter. Either I’d be bludgeoned into submission or lied to, or she was telling the truth and I was meant to follow her.
“Don’t make deals unless you want them honored, Marlow. And then when someone adheres to the parameters of your agreement, understand that it’s something you asked for.
Azrames wasn’t overly chatty, which made me miss Fauna. He seemed to talk only when he could improve upon the silence,
I didn’t want to snap back at Azrames that I wasn’t stupid, because the truth is, I was.
