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In the end, all colors faded to gray.
…You taught me the meaning of loneliness, because when I don’t see you, I feel alone…
“I’ve survived countless attempts at manipulation before. I appear to be too dense for it. However, I am open to being seduced.”
It was stupid to hope for something that wouldn’t happen.
“Societal change is hard, because a society is made up of individuals. These individuals learn how to be successful in that particular social construct, and they resist change because it threatens their survival. To really implement a change, one must convince the population that their survival as a whole is in doubt unless they alter their course.
If you go through life never doing anything deserving any repercussions, you’ll never know victory.”
I see you. I would love you if you were a vampire or a human, because of who you are. You don’t need an inn or a broom to fascinate me. You only have to look my way and you’ll have all of my attention.”
“Nexus permits no air battles,” Otubar said. “On Nexus, ground is fought for and won inch by inch, watered with blood and fertilized with corpses.”
“You’re such an idiot,” she whispered through clenched teeth. Arland smiled. “Maybe. But I won.”
“We’re like we were before. At the inn.” She glanced at his face. “Beat to hell and bleeding out on the stairs?”
Human, vampire, werewolf, didn’t matter. If they were male and severely injured, they all thought they could just “walk it off.”
“The Star Arrow? Renouard’s ship?” Arland nodded. “The pirate.” “What about it?” “Would you like him killed?” She blinked. “He insulted you. You seem to dislike him, so I sent a frigate to track him down. We’ve been watching him for the past half-cycle, and we have more than enough firepower to reduce him and his ship to cosmic dust.” “Let me see if I understand correctly. You didn’t like the way a pirate and slave trader spoke to me, so you sent a frigate to track him down and murder him and his crew at my convenience?” “You seemed to really dislike him.”
She was free. Finally. All her memories and bitter lessons were still there but they lost their bite. The present mattered so much more now.
Today she was Cinderella and her sword would be her glass slipper.
All of our iron-clad security measures have been defeated by a five-year-old,” Arland said, his tone dry. “I’m less than pleased.”
“Excellent. We have some impressive recordings of the both of you from the battle on the station, lots of blood, many severed limbs.
“If you do well, I will give you cake,” Ilemina said. Helen’s eyes lit up. “What kind of cake?” “The delicious kind,”
