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“That only you have the key to open my heart.” The words startle me. I look down before he can see the emotion in my eyes. He huffs. “That was cheesy … maybe I sucked in too many paint fumes while I was working on the mural.” “No.” I balance on my knees and drape my arms over his shoulders. “It was sincere. And so swee—”
Gag
Sharing that much of your subconscious with someone, you tend to learn things about him. Sometimes you even develop feelings for him, no matter how you try to fight it.
“You need a man who knows and understands you, Alyssa. Both sides of you. A partner.” He pulls my necklaces—and me—closer. “One who’s your equal in every way.” The scent of licorice fills my nose; he must’ve been smoking his hookah before I arrived. My body betrays me, remembering what those tobacco-laced kisses taste like.
Ooop
“Game, set, match. Ever, and always, my equal.”
“Technically, he was never there. That’s not logical.”
“It will end like this, unless you fight back. Rise to your place. Wake up and fight. Fight!”
“A person must earn my respect.”
I want to give her a speech about having some self-respect, about not valuing a guy for his net worth but for how he treats you.
All mimsy were the borogoves; And the mome raths outgrabe.
Morpheus, or a mirage?
The result is bright and ethereal … almost heavenly.
My dark tempter becoming my knight, and my knight becoming my persecutor.
He’s adorable when he’s showing off his wardrobe—like a puppy doing tricks. Although I remain cautious, knowing in the blink of an eye he can become a wolf again.
“Peregrination.
A word I didn’t know
Unabashed, unashamed, and confident. All the things that I crave to be.
He looks inside my heart; I look inside his. And the similarities there terrify me.
“That’s my power. My magic. Persuasion.” “No. Your power is poison.”
“Just so you know, there’s something you’ll never persuade me to do.” He studies me, smug. “What’s that?” “Love you.”
“One does what one has to do, to protect what they love.”
“I can’t be with someone I don’t trust. Who doesn’t trust me, either.”
There is nothing black-and-white about him. He’s a chaotic portrait made of every shade of gray.
“Little blossom trapped in between, wearing malice like a queen; hide the
truth, be cruel and tart, still all the more, you rule my heart.”
I realize how important every memory is, bad or good, because they shape who we become.
“Dreamer awake, but stay undone; your thoughts are but shadows eclipsed by the sun.”
Who am I, really? Powerful but broken, like my mother? Or am I something more? A queen destined to rule Wonderland with the most enigmatic and frustrating of all netherlings at my side, to have a son who will in some warped way be a gift to that mad world?
“Would you sacrifice the mortal you love for the netherling you hate?”
“Unbelievable. Even when he’s at death’s door he’s a tool.”
Think like a netherling queen.
Leave it to guys to make a game out of a life-and-death situation.
I am mad, and I embrace it. Madness is part of my heritage. The part that led me to Wonderland and earned me the crown. The part that will lead me to face Red one final time, until only one of us is left.
