Broken Knight (All Saints High, #2)

by L.J. Shen

She knew that between the stigma and the person laid an open abyss, and in its depth, the truth.

“Dreams are just our reality on hold, Moonshine.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered into my shirt, sending warm breath to my chest through the fabric. I didn’t say anything. Of course she could. “I love your brother and your father more than I love myself. I would die for them. Fight for them until the bitter end. Go against the whole world for them. But you…” She dragged her face up to look at me. Her eyes were full of tears. “I’ve always loved you just a tiny bit more. My regal, rebel boy. My legendary hellraiser, my sad prince, my unlikely savior, my beautiful, broken Knight.”

Maybe sometimes we make people monsters in our heads because we can’t understand them. Maybe we don’t understand them because we don’t try to. And maybe we don’t try to because we’re scared.