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“Take that pain and forge it into something fierce, something powerful, something real, Rosa. Make it drive you or it will break you.”
“You know that one, Andre,” Maria drawled, all seven-year-old sass. “It’s the same as Zio Carson’s – the one Zio Leon calls ‘his great shame’ when he has his short hair face on.”
“You see, I’m a man of many boxes. All of them stored inside me, some full of clowns and others stuffed with knives. But this one here that you’ve broken open just now, that one’s my darkest dealing, wild girl. I only open that one when I’m about to kill, you understand? I will bleed them out for you, cut down each enemy that stands along the path to your Lion. Because I will wage wars and raze hell to see you smile again.”
“I think sometimes you see me like no one else quite does,” she whispered. “You see the lesions on my heart, Sin Wilder.” “That’s where I love you deepest, Rosa,” I growled and she leaned into me at last.
“Thinking is for top hats and cats with monocles,” I reminded him. “It isn’t my thinker that fell for her – it’s my thumper.”
“You’re a force of fucking nature, Rosalie Oscura. I think back on every moment with you and wonder at which point I might have saved myself from the madness of you. But I can’t find one. From the second I brought you into the prison, snarling and smiling with equal finesse, I think you held me captive. So I might as well admit that I’m lost to you at this point. My fate is in your hands. And if that fate requires this oath from me then fine. You can have it. I won’t make you run from him a second time. I’ll be by your side to see this through, come death or dawn.”
