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“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” —Oliver Goldsmith
How dare he take what was ours? The three of us got to our feet as the screams in the hall increased. He threatens Arabella. Must protect her. Must get her back. Must keep her close. She’s ours, nobody else’s.
“Stop fondling me like a freak. And if you think I’ll act like your slave, then you need to be lobotomized. Actually—” She paused like she was thinking. “I recommend just preemptively euthanizing yourself. Your personality is messy, and I don’t see it improving.”
Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men. I was confused.
“You’re also a curmudgeon, an angry beastie who I just want to scoop up and protect. You’re like a cute Chimera that fights for her friends and feels sympathy for her enemies. You’re my little Smurf. What did I tell you when I first met you?”
Objectively, it was a nice body. Subjectively, immediate smash.
He whispered into my ear, “The ones who never sully their souls will only ever cast judgment on those drenched in shadows, because darkness is power. The weak fear what they are not.”
“The path into the light seems dark.” —Lao Tzu
John pulled me closer. “I loved you when you were a pretty boy. I loved you as a breathtaking woman, and I love you right now, my little wounded warrior. I will always love you.”
Sadie gasped on a watery sob. “I just want to read smutty books and have family dinners. Maybe stab a couple of people who deserve it and call it a day. Not lead a war.”
