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“Love is pain, and you know what…I feel sorry for anyone who hasn’t met it yet.”
I’ve never treated a loved one before. Fuck, I’ve never loved someone the way I love him.
I can’t do an ending with the one person I’ve loved enough to want to last forever.
And it’s only when lightning cracks the sky and thunder roars again do I realize what he meant by that’s us. Thunder. Lightning. My brows rise. “I’m lightning then, and you’re thunder. You always follow me every time I appear.”
“You can’t eat anything before surgery,” he reminds me. “I’m doing you a favor. Less temptation, wolf scout.”
‘The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time.’
“Dum spiro, spero.” I circled that phrase in my paperback. I know he took Latin in college, but I ask anyway, “You know what that means—” “‘While I breathe,’” he translates, “‘I hope
Akara is playing with her chocolate brown hair, and he coils a long strand over his upper lip in a fake mustache. Sulli cracks a smile and shoves his chest.
“When I love someone,” he says in a rough whisper, “I love them proudly, and you deserve the achingly normal, romantic shit more than anyone. Everything you’ve never had. All the pictures you post, all the videos you do on your own, I want to be in them—and it’d kill me not to give you that. Especially now that we’re public.”
My dad’s brows scrunch at me. “Did your mom and I not teach you the art of being a couch potato? Jesus Christ, I’ve truly failed as a parent.”
“We’re getting our Meredith back.” He slow-claps. I smile. “Man, you know I’m a Christina.”
My dad raised me to be like Ryke. Because he loved his brother more than he loved himself.
Connor is mental. He taught Maximoff intelligence, emotional restraint and confidence. Lo is emotional, the sarcastic, loving and empathetic pieces of him. And then Ryke is physical, all determination and stubbornness and unshakeable strength.
“It’s in your bones; it’s what keeps you alive. The foundation of your body. To suck out all the marrow of life…I
I should have told you that without him, my life would be empty.
“Dum spiro, spero,” he reads the Cicero quote. His eyes well up again. On a day that rocked us both, he said he loved that quote. It was a quiet moment inside a storm. The memory is as tranquil as the quote itself. While I breathe, I hope.
“Fiancé is looking at you.” Fiancé. That word rushes into me. I’ve always wanted to be married one day, and each morning I wake up next to him, I’m still overcome with a simple fact. I’m going to marry Maximoff Hale—the love of my life.
