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Everyone knows, karma’s a bitch. And today her name was Tory Vega.
“Fae fight for their place in the world, Blue. They don't ever bow out of a fight. If the Heirs have beaten you, then you're not one of us. And you never were.”
“Iron is made stronger in the hottest part of the fire, Seth. You didn't break me, you forged me.”
Most people enjoyed going home. I preferred being pretty much anywhere else.
“What’s the point in having all of your power if you can’t even have happiness with it?”
“Unlike you, I don’t take pleasure in causing other people pain,”
“I am a crazy bitch,” I agreed, glaring down at him. “And if you try that screwed up Siren shit on me ever again, you’ll find out just how much of a bitch I can be.”
“It suits you,” he said. “What does?” I asked. “Smiling.”
“Stop looking at me like that,” he snarled, and I fought the urge to recoil from his terrifying tone. “Like what?” “You know what,” he snapped. “I'm your teacher.” “I know,”
“Then stop looking back, Lance.”
“To hate you, I’d have to care about you. And I don’t give one shit about you,”
