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Perhaps it was simply that I could have become anyone, anything, and she still would not have felt about me the way she did about Ophie?
“She’s mine,” Rowin snarled, his shadows beginning to swirl in the air around him. “Whatever you might think of that, whatever problem you have with it, if you ever try to touch her again, I will make the rest of your eternal life even more fucking miserable than it already is.”
“The light isn’t something you need to chase, Genevieve. The light is wherever you are,” he told her.
“It’s never easy to realize that the people who are supposed to protect us are the ones who can create the deepest scars.”
“I am not him,” Rowin snarled. “I want to find him and flay all the flesh from his body and set him on fire for what he did to you. Don’t ever compare me to him.”
“Genevieve, you have to choose to live for yourself. You are the most real thing you’ll ever be able to experience. Your light. Your determination. You can search every corner of the universe for something else and it will never be enough if you’re trying to escape yourself.
“Nothing is eternal. Except for the fact that you’ve ruined me.
“Shadows can only be seen in the presence of light,” he told her, the words agonized. “I worry when you leave, there will be no one left to see me.”
“Before you, I was going to spend my eternity alone, in the darkest parts of Hell. I’d much rather spend a single lifetime in your light. Or, at least, for however long you’ll have me.”
“I want you to know, I really would have waited for you, right here, forever if that’s what it would have taken. I would have stood in this spot until I could no longer distinguish my own soul from the shadows. Until your light came back to me.”

