‘I know she made you believe you were good for nothing but bloodshed,’ I whispered, stretching out a hand, cupping the smooth edge of his jaw. He sucked in a sharp breath at the touch. ‘Which isn’t a lie just because there’s so much else you do and do flawlessly. It’s a lie because you don’t need to be good for anything in the first place. You just need to be. You just need to love me and feel like home in this world I can never make sense of on my own, and that’ – I bent over to kiss his forehead, tipping up his face with my hand still below his chin – ‘that doesn’t have the faintest thing to
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