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“There’s nothing crueler than time,” I murmured. “It stretches when you’re in pain, flies away if you’re happy, and crushes you when you remember all the years that are now gone.”
“She’s a real bitch,” I muttered. Ian gave me a wary look. “Who?” “Karma. Has to be a woman. Nothing else is that vicious, patient, or effective.”
“Family,” he said in a conversational tone. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t kill ’em unless you really, really mean it.”
Ian could never be tamed, even at his most refined.
“Whether you’re Veritas the Law Guardian, Ariel the vampire-witch, or Death’s scary demigod daughter. Doesn’t matter. In all your forms, in every manifestation of yourself, I love you.”
“It should upset you more that I lived in a world that forced me to hide what I was,” I replied. “I was born different, but that doesn’t mean I was born wrong. No one is. What’s wrong are the laws that make people like me hide what we are because others are too bigoted or too afraid to let us live in peace.”
