“I feel like… like I’m five sizes bigger than I’m supposed to be. Like I’m stretched to obscene proportions while everyone around me is the picture of beauty. I’m a giant in a room of faeries. A weed among a garden of pristine roses. And not just my body. It feels like me—all of me—is just too much.” “You’re never too much.” Lark squeezed my hands, refusing to let me retreat further. “This coven, hell, this entire section of the forest may make it seem that way, but there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re a wild bird who was born in a cage. A predator forced into submission. We only need to get
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