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And wishing on the stars always seemed like its own kind of magic. They shimmered in the night, just waiting to ignite the sky and fall toward earth, bringing with them all the possibilities of a dream.
He would burn the world for her.
He might be a monster, but he was her monster now.
“When you guard yourself against the potential of emotional damage, it’s fear that’s in control, not you.
“I think pursuing your dream is its own kind of magic,” Calliope said, frowning. “There’s nothing mundane about building a future that makes your soul sing.”
“You see,” Eléa said in a falsely dulcet tone, “I don’t think you are. Knowing full well that my brother would never address me in such a manner and knowing that Calliope would tear down any man who dared use that tone, I can only imagine you’ve lost your head for a moment. We’ll wait while you find it.”
Because when all else failed, bread fixed everything.
“I would say ‘I’d die for you,’ ” he said in a low voice, tracing her cheek, the line of her jaw, outlining her lips. “But what’s the point in that? I would live for you.
sometimes the things we fear have the power to break us, and sometimes they empower us.
I only need you to see that my heart beats for you, my soul calls to yours. That my mind is consumed with you and will be until time has claimed me.”
