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She dares to be openly curious, in a world that mocks you for not already having all the answers.”
Peace is a remarkably hard thing to obtain among humans. I’m not sure what possessed us to think we’d achieve such as monsters, who selfishly interrupted the universe’s plot because we thought we could write the story better.”
“Don’t let me say something I feel to be benign, only to find out you’re seething in a vat of feminist fury the entire time,” he says, eyeing me with so much wary caution that it’s almost funny.
“So, she does this really impossible thing, and you’re just going to fuck her without a single question, Van Helsing?” Arion asks in a dry tone. “Can’t we have just one inquisition?”
“In other words, if you succeed, you’ve saved the monster world and you’re awesome. If you fail, you’re the fucking cowboy idiot who got everyone killed,”
“She does this. She does it all the time. She does something crazy, but there’s so much more going on that you dare not look a gift horse in the mouth. Sometimes it’s easier to just accept all the good she brings, while overlooking all the fucked up impracticalities that accompany it. We know she does this. We both love it and hate the mystery of it, because of our desperate need for a fresh breath and our great many trust issues.”
“Your new beta is Pandora’s son, and he ruined my daughter’s future,” Marta says with all the finesse of a bulldozer crashing very unexpectedly through a wall.
Obliterating an adversary, starting a war, dancing on a bloody field, and underestimating him… She’s spent the last several hours doing all his favorite things.
His head jerks back in the next instant, mostly because my fist slams into it. I’m not sure how that happened. I can’t even blame it on my monster, since I don’t have that sort of monster inside me.
“Feeling cute,” Arion says, grinning like he thinks he’s adorable or some shit, as he lazily shrugs a shoulder. “May give you an orgasm. May not. I dunno.”
Keeping all my secrets from them was worse than miserable. Miserable feels depressed when it thinks of how hard this has been for me to keep this to myself.
I lift the stack of papers. “You wrote five pages of vows. Back and front. Just because you didn’t start a new paragraph, that doesn’t mean you don’t have more than one freaking paragraph here,”
