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She was never theirs anyway. Not really. From the moment the songbird tried to appeal to the serpent, she was mine.
“Careful with your threats of my untimely death, love, or you might end up stealing my heart.”
He was despicable, wretched, and I couldn’t look away.
We all have a darkness within us, and desperation to survive can reveal the cruelest pieces.”
Kindness is not free, love. There is always something expected in return.”
My mind reeled with thoughts yet never led anywhere.
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Hate me, curse me, I cared little, so long as I was the first thought of her day and the last of her night.
Little by little, I was handing over my scorched, rotted heart. I couldn’t stop.
Love can be the most violent, the most powerful of weapons, Bloodsinger. Power can be taken away, but that kind of love—that lives beyond the Otherworld.”
