For always rooting for the redemption in the villain. For those who know that our trauma shapes us, but it doesn’t define us. It’s never too late. You’re worthy.
“No.” The king’s labored voice reached my ears from within the darkness, still hindered by the stab wound. “Not you, too.” His words almost stopped me in my tracks.
“I’m going to kill that motherfucker, Gray. For every ounce of pain he’s ever inflicted on you. His life is on loan because I will fucking own his fate when I get him in my hands. And he’s known it for years.”
“No matter what happens to me, I’ll always find you. In every lifetime. In every realm. Because it’s always been you for me—ever since I was ten years old.”
As I hyper-focused on the dramatic images in my mind, my body began to feel lighter, as if the particles that constructed my life force and physical form were separating