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“Tell me you did not just fucking ask me if I was sleeping with other women while I spent months in agony trying to remember how to fucking breathe without you,” he warns darkly. “Everett—”
Tha fios anima aih’leat, thanafluir.” Meaning, My soul knows yours, Death Blossom.
“You don't seem to mind that I forgot where my clothes are, thanafluir.” She grins back. “Naked and insane does seem to be my type.”
“How are you?” “Deeply disturbed, but more yours than ever, thanafluir. The abysmal state of my mind is nothing compared to being apart from you.”
“You look like some divine, otherworldly being who’s about to lure her quintet to bed and devour their souls.” Aww.
“No—it’s not just a picture, it’s just that the actual thing is kinda big and still being built by Declan. But it’s a dragon saddle. For you,” he adds. “That way, you can finally ride on me and I won’t be scared out of my mind of you just falling off.” Oh. I grin at him. “I do like riding you. I can’t wait to ride you as a dragon, too.”
I’m alive. I deserve to be happy. I choose my own fate, and it will always be them.
