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In truth, the romance novel depressed me because it reminded me of what I didn’t have—someone wholly devoted to me.
“What is your obsession with food, anyway?” “Your body requires energy that comes from eating food. Why are you not obsessed with it?”
He stared down at the water, his pincers slowly opening and closing, their reflection dancing on the nearly opaque, foamy surface. “You remind me of home. Of my freedom. I would do anything for you.”
“You are the flower with the sweetest nectar that is worth risking the thorns.”
“Do you ever miss the before-time?” His upper hands stroked over my hair. “No. You weren’t there.”
I nuzzled the fuzzy head of my baby before handing her off to Thrax, who held her like a bomb about to explode, his wings extended in pure panic mode.
