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Fides est periculosa ludum—trust is a dangerous game.
There has been no great wisdom without an element of madness.
But trauma bonds didn’t change your appearance, just your souls.
Please, God, hit me with your best shot. I’m ready.
Hahaha
It was just—no one had proved birds weren’t spying on us.
Mental note—start praying for my soul. Aggressively.
Classical music drifted in from outside,
Maybe music is part of her power?
Mental note—physical exertion makes me homicidal. Avoid anything above a brisk walk.
No one else could see them anyway, just another perk of having a monstrous creature lineage.
Ok so maybe Alexis does too
if I stopped moving, I felt the agony. I remembered the trauma. However, if I kept myself distracted, then I couldn’t remember. Mostly.
A white and a black eye stared directly at me—the different colors were shocking. It was her again. Alexis Hert.
Okay just like the black and white hair of what's his name??
Like recognized like.
Like calls to like calls to like CALLS TO LIKE
carissima?
Okay he's the one in her dreams! I wonder what their connection will be…
Whatever Alexis was doing—she was filthy powerful.
Okay so wait… he did die the same way her foster mom did… so maybe her power is fear based and currently (obvi) out of her control…
Personally, I preferred to be mentally weak—it made life more interesting.
Augustus frowned, dark eyes flashing. Since he’s past twenty-six, does that mean he has to marry this year? His poor spouse.
Foreshadowing?
I blamed my state of exhaustion for noticing the dozens of veins on Augustus’s tan forearm. It was unfair how attractive he was.
Okay definitely foreshadowing
The baby onesie I’d been wearing when the orphanage found me also had “1/23/2080” embroidered on it in gold stitching.
Gold stitching …
Augustus wrapped one around my shoulders aggressively and shouted something.
Oh he loves her
Augustus didn’t let me go until I’d finished the entire cup.
Yup madly in love
A man was speaking, so I stopped listening.
One might even say I’m becoming—obsessed.”
!!!!!!!
“If you dare harm yourself,” he rasped softly, high cheekbones glinting like razor blades, “I’ll bring you back to life and torture you for all of eternity.”
Oh okay hunnyyyyy
Message received, God—things are not going to get better. I understand. Praise be.
Praise be!
careened
Why does every book use this word I have NEVER heard spoken in real life, lol. I want to write a letter to have it removed from use. It just sounds silly and uppity.
careening
Again
Sometimes violence was the answer.
Men who hurt women didn’t deserve to live.
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam—I shall either find a way or make one.
A whack with a shovel would not be enough for them. They needed to be hit by a car.
Bless up.
#blessed
the last thing I saw was a Spartan shoving a siren and her falling to the ground, screaming, foam bubbling at the corner of her mouth.
Oh she accidentally killed again :(
The male siren sitting next to her shifted closer, staring at her with pure lust. I ground my teeth together. Missed a note.
!!!!!
Real recognized real.
Better than like recognised like, lol.
