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As a person who wanted to like everyone, it hurt to know that not everyone liked her in return.
the house where she’d passed the darkest hours of her life. The house where she’d learned to bottle shame and store it in a dark place, out of view.
“No one can be reduced to numbers in a ledger, or a stack of banknotes, or a single silver coin. We are humans, with souls and hearts and passion and love. Every last one of us is priceless. Even you.”
“Me.” Metal clanged as Gabriel flipped the helmet’s visor. “I’m her latest beast.”
Because though her features were exquisite, and her lips the pinkish hue of rose petals, her most beautiful feature by far was her heart.
She felt like a woman in a boudoir painting, flushed with desire and unashamed of her body’s curves and shadows. Aware of the power she held, even in her vulnerable, naked state.
She felt marked, claimed. But also wild and free.
This ball was never about selling the house. It was meant to be your second chance at a proper debut.”
“Everything I will ever do for the remainder of my life—whether that life lasts ten minutes or fifty years—is for her.