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Whereas shifters shared their soul with an animal, demons shared theirs with a conscienceless dark predator that lacked empathy, was unable to emotionally connect, and had a strong sense of entitlement.
By nature, Harper was a reasonably collected person. But she had a temper that ran quick and hot.
“No?” Knox echoed with disbelief. Evidently, he wasn’t denied things often. Well, Harper did like to introduce people to new experiences. It was more of a calling, really.
Just as a shifter needed their fated mate to complete their soul, a demon needed their predestined psychic mate, or ‘anchor,’ to complete their psyche.
“I miss you, all right.” “You should. I’m fucking awesome.”
I don’t want you for power. Or even to stop me from turning rogue.” “Then why?” “Because you’re mine. I don’t walk away from what’s mine.”
She’d never met anyone who had such a bold, unapologetically direct stare.
She’d been abandoned by both parents, never had many fixed people in her life thanks to her years of traveling, and quite possibly lacked the ability to trust that anyone would want her bad enough to stick around.
“You’re very sure of yourself. And you mistakenly seem to think you can be very sure of me.” She pouted. “How sad for you.”
I know you find it hard to trust and let people in. But you have the comfort of knowing that Knox can’t possibly be any less reliable than either of your primary blood relations.” Primary blood relations being Carla and Lucian. Khloë simply refused to refer to them as ‘parents.’
“If you want ‘nice,’ you came to the wrong fucking person. I’m a fully qualified bitch who’ll happily rip you another asshole if you don’t get the fuck out of my office.”
I should never think there was anything wrong with me simply because my mother dumped me; that some people are just too selfish to care about anyone but themselves.”
“I don’t believe I asked for a glass of your unimportant opinion.”
Why he seemed to think he was suave and charismatic, she had yet to figure out. In reality, he was sly, smarmy, and bursting with a sense of self-importance.
“Kids can be mean about shit like that. When neither of your parents are around, it’s easy to believe that those kids are right and your parents don’t think you’re good enough for them.
Parents are just people, and people can be shitheads.
“Giving people the illusion of power so they didn’t feel controlled when, in fact, they had no say whatsoever,”
Riding the flagpole. Roasting the broomstick. Going deep into the bush. Pounding the punanni pavement.”
“I just think that if someone has a problem with me, well it’s their problem to deal with. Why should I feel bad about it? I’m not responsible for what other people do or don’t feel.
what we think and what we feel deep inside – not always the same.
holding bitterness inside will just destroy a person from the inside out.”
I only beg in the bedroom – and that’s on rare occasions. Don’t think I’ll ever do it under any other circumstances.
“You have a shrink?” “Apparently, I have some repressed anger and unresolved abandonment issues
“I have no tolerance for racism. I find it offensive.”
“No one can be firmly marked anything, baby. No one’s all good, and no one’s all bad. Everyone has different dimensions to their personality, and everyone has different things that drive them. People can change, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. A person’s nature is a fluid thing.”
How can you be smug? YOU’RE TIED TO A TABLE LIKE A DAMN SACRIFICE! I don’t appreciate your tone.
“What bothers me is that health professionals give fancy names to conditions or learning difficulties that will irritate the patients; like OCD not being in alphabetical order, putting an ‘S’ in ‘lisp,’ and making dyslexia a word that no one can spell. It’s just mean.”
