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“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.”
I’d learned that if Sin Wilder offered you lemons, you just took them and didn’t ask questions.
“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.”
“I’ll follow you into death before I steal you away from your Lion, wild girl,” he swore. “We leave with Roary in tow or we step through The Veil at his side – no more running away.”
“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.”
“Stay back!” Hastings cried. “I am the dark in the dead of the night!”
“Se io sono la luna, allora tu sei la forza che mi sostiene,” she purred. “What does that mean?” Sin blurted, stepping close and smiling between us. “It means ‘if I am the moon then you are the force that holds me up’,” Rosalie translated then flicked Sin on the chin. “Oo,” he shivered. “Give me some pretty words, honey pie. I want you to call me something hot and filthy in your fancy language.” “Sei un dolce piccolo idiota,”
Roary’s eyes glinted silver as the moon caught in them
“Things get dangerous when I stop thinking. There’s not much of a rational rail service in my brain, but if I buy a ticket I have a chance of making it to a less psychotic stop.” “You make a weird kind of sense,”
It felt like something important was happening but I was two buns short of a baker’s dozen and no one felt like filling my bread basket.
mellow his jello.
