“I don’t know if it’s because of Adrik, or because of what he makes me want.” “What does he make you want?” “He makes me want to follow my impulses.” “And that’s a bad thing?” I look at the long stretch of sand below us, pocked by countless footprints, then perfectly smooth where the waves have washed them away. “Historically, yes.” Nix laughs softly. “Sometimes bad decisions take us to the best places.” I sit up a little so I can see her face. Her eyes are closed, her red-gold lashes laying against cheeks dusted with freckles finer than sand. “Not everyone’s story ends as well as yours.”
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