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There is no antidote for the poison of my past other than my future.
“I added you to my job description.”
“I can take my clothes off if it’s too confusing for you.”
I glare. He grins.
“Words are food for my soul,”
Lemon Drop Bakery.
The broken and burdened have a language of their own, and only they can understand it.
“I’ll take that flower as well,”
“It matches your dress.”
“So, am I not allowed to speak to any men while I’m here?”
“I’m a man. Talk to me.”
I don’t even want to label exactly what this feeling is. I just know it’s overwhelming, suffocating, and forbidden.
Cayden is the type of person to lock down his anger and weaponize it when needed.
Our bodies are maps of our pasts, but not every scar is physically marked along the journey. Those invisible scars can bleed like open wounds on bad days.
“Elowen.” The way Cayden says my name forces my gaze to his again. “I swear on all that I have and all that I’ve lost, you will see your dragons again.”
“You may think I’m a monster, but I am the product of what was dealt to me.”
“Give me the name,” he says, tone raspy. “All I need is a name, and I’ll take care of it.”
“You’re a vicious little thing,”
“Will you teach me how to use your lockpicks?” I ask, needing to distract myself.
His chuckle dances in the strands of my hair. “Corrupting you further is an invitation I’ll never decline.”
“Keep talking, El,”
“I shouldn’t be talking so much. I should be grateful for the life I have.”
“Don’t give me that b...
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“Don’t belittle all you’ve endured for a perception of yourself that someone made you believe you need to be.”
“I didn’t realize you paid such close attention to me.”
“What makes you think I’ve ever looked away?”
“El.” His throat bobs, and hands tighten around my wrists. “I need you to walk away from me.”
“Why?”
“Because I won’t walk away from you, and I need you to be...
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I’d be able to recognize Cayden by the scent of his skin and the way his hands grip me like a lifeboat in a storm.
“You came,” I whisper with relief I didn’t realize I’d feel from his presence.
“I’ll always come for yo...
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This is the version of himself that Cayden will never show the world, and I’m greedy for it like a dragon guarding their trove in the stories I used to read.
“Cayden?”
“Yes, El.”
“I think I miss...
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“I missed you more than I should have, love.”
Darkness can’t scare you when you’re one of the monsters that lurk in it.
He glances at his whiskey before removing his reading glasses and slowly blinking at me.
“You’re mine to protect, whether you like it or not.”
Caring about him is a language I’m surrounded by but don’t know how to speak. Meeting his gaze is like a dagger piercing my chest, and yet I can’t stop. His eyes have claws that sink into my flesh and hold me hostage. My mind implores me to remember all the reasons why the way he’s making me feel is forbidden, but he’s so close, and all I can recall is how badly I wanted him to close the gap between us a few hours ago.
Meeting his gaze is like a dagger piercing my chest, and yet I can’t stop.
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“He said several things about you that I refuse to repeat, so I cut out his tongue to continue the execution without his abhorrent babbling. Then I carved those words onto his back very slowly. I gathered my army for the demonstration. He was a friend to some, but I ensured he ended this night as an enemy to all.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
That little girl survived so she could become the woman I am today. I am more than the memories and past that plague me. I’m no longer the girl they locked up. I’m their ruination foretold by the prophecy. I’m the woman forged from the bars I melted in my mind and welded into blades.
Words have given me wings when I’ve needed an escape. Books breathe life into the mundane and have brightened the darkest of days for me with merely some pretty prose and hope.
brightened the darkest of days for me
pretty prose a...
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