Hundreds (Dollar, #3)

by Pepper Winters

To have her evolve so much in such a short amount of time made me proud for having some measure in her progress and pissed that every day she needed me less and less. I hadn’t acknowledged just how much I needed to be needed. To have someone to care for after being so goddamn alone.

Words tumbled from heart to mouth rather than being analysed by my brain. I had no way to stop it. No censor to prevent the deep, dark truth. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

Net worth might make a difference in this life, but when we die, we’re all worth the same.” “And what is that?” Elder’s voice was deceptively low and provocative. “We’re worth the weight of what we leave behind. The people we’ve touched. The lives we’ve shared. The knowledge we’ve gathered and traded. Physically, we’re worth the dust our corpses turn into, but spiritually, we’re rich forever.”

I hadn’t told him I loved him for him—for pushing my boundaries and showing me heaven lived behind the doors I was too afraid to open.