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Until one aurora rise, for the first time in more than five million phases . . . Another moon fell.
The harder you care, the more fragile everything seems. Easier to just . . . Not.
Sadness is like stones that stack inside you, making it harder to move. Ignorance is my self-preservation tonic, and I’ll swear by it until I die.
“Kaan, no. I did not agree to this!” His body stiffens, steps slowing, a low, grating sound coming from him. “Say it again . . .” “What?” “My name, Moonbeam. Say it again.”
“Because I was mourning someone I loved very much. I discovered my pah had done something unforgivable, and I took her revenge because I thought she no longer could. Now I have regrets.”
Shit—fuck—dragon balls!
“If she has no recollection,” Veya says with slow, steady precision, “how do you explain the fact that she calls herself by her middle name?”
“She’s a dream come true, but she’s not just my dream,”
“It was not lent, Raeve.”
“Why?” “Because it hurts knowing she’s not whole,”
“I think this beast cradled you for a hundred phases, breathing life back into your broken body until you both fell from the sky. I think you broke from Slátra’s tombstone like a hatching dragon—”
“Because I knew a female who died. Tragically. Whose lifeless body was sailed into the sky by the adoring beast at your back with my torn-out heart in her fucking fist,”
“Don’t lie to me, Moonbeam. Lie to the world, but please don’t lie to me.”
“Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.”
This place isn’t the relic of somebody else’s love . . . It’s ours.
He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.
Released my inner crafty bitch and let her shine.
“Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.”
Sobbing
“Know you, crave you, worship you.”
“I’m a horrible male that loves you, Raeve. That wants the best for you, even if it’s not the best for me.”
“I’m not your secret. I’m your truth.”
run my hands over his tensing arms, across his shoulders, my right palm pressing upon his heart that’s ratcheting to the same gorging rhythm as my own. “You feel that?” he rumbles, setting his hand on top of mine and holding it over the thumping organ. His eyes take on a lighter shade that almost looks like reverence. “You found us, Moonbeam.”
