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profusely apologized for stealing before spinning on my heel and running
And for some reason, the starving girl is in the wrong.
though I shout my apologies at anyone who cares to accept
“Well, Paedyn”—I rip the sticky bun in half, offering a smushed side to her—“I think we could make a great team.”
“So, you sew, and I steal? We share the money and the
“Partners.” I smile before looking down the length of her. “And my first order of business is getting you into something far less horrendous.”
Her name is on a list of the dead.
And she is one of them. But it should be me. Me who dies brutally. Dies alone. Dies at all.
I’ve spent my whole life huddling in her shadow, hiding from life itself. And now she has been chosen simply because she did nothing of the sort. The people knew her, loved the street magic she performed as a Veil. And yet, they sentence her to death under the guise of honor.
I should have gone to see her last night. Should have been there when she found out.
roll my eyes when recognition rams into
believe she even made it onto my ever-growing list of reasons to never leave my shop.
A horribly impulsive plan begins to form, one that should likely never leave the confines of my mind, let alone be executed at all.
If there is a God, this man is certainly proof that He has His favorites.
He’s breathtaking in the way I would imagine a stab wound to be, so handsome it’s piercing. Like a blade, everything about him is sharp and cold.
I catch sight of a silver streak hiding among the rugged black waves.
My heart stops at the sight. At the reminder of Pae.
Because I’m getting the impression that it certainly wasn’t out of the goodness of your heart.”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I never got to say goodbye to my everything.”
There is not a single cynical thought to deny the fact that she may be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. She’s intimidatingly peaceful—a contradiction in itself. And I almost want to despise her for it. Because I fear there is a chance that I may begin to enjoy her.
“Somewhere that will likely have you sneezing all over me.” Blandly, I add, “So I’ll be keeping my distance.” She shrugs. “So long as you’re close enough to keep me company.”
“That’s because it is a part of the deal that is knowing me.”
“We clearly see the world quite differently.”
“See the world however you’d like, but at least watch your step while you do it.”
“That was good advice. You should write that down.”
“We are doing this my way, Mak.” Her sudden sternness is almost startling. “Or not at all.”
“Fine. I’m shocked you could stop smiling long enough to tell me off.”
“Everyone in the slums should have a way to defend themselves. It’s survival of the fittest.”
“Homes tend to hurt you the most.”
“I’m not wasting any of my goodness on someone who clearly already has an abundance.”
“Reminds me of something I made for Pae. Except, the pockets were for stolen goods.”
don’t miss the bob of her throat, the brush of her fingers. Which are incredibly cold.
“Only if you get me a new needle!”
“What did you do?” His voice is even, deliberate.
“Let’s not start lying to each other, hun.
“The only sharp object I trust myself with is a needle. And even that can be dangerous.”
But I refuse to be ashamed of my softness. Gentleness is the strength that fragility lacks.
“I’m sorry,” he starts quietly, “that something of mine has already wounded you.”
I’ve made him smile.
“I’m determined to make you smile again.”
“Maybe mention that before I heroically tend to your wound.”
sputters when I pluck the needle from her fingers. “Because I am taking this for the night.”
like running until you’ve lost your breath but enjoying the feeling all the while.
Because uncertainty implies that I care enough to question how I should act.
“You did the right thing. Run to me. Always run to me.”
Her hands are suddenly planted firmly on her hips.
“Aw, look who’s finally standing up for themselves.” I tap my finger against her nose. “But no.”
“There is quite the difference between fragility and delicacy.”
“Don’t you want to be handled with care?”
“To find them.”
