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Once upon a time there was a magic castle in which everything wilted but the soul of one boy.
The girl wondered what would happen if the sun kissed the moon. She had no idea she’d find an answer to that question one day. Or that the person to give it to her would be that very lonely boy.
I had a love-hate relationship with the motherfucker. Love, because he was, after all, one of my best friends. Hate, because he was, despite the abovementioned title, a cunt of gargantuan proportions.
“You’ve never finished anything in your life, Hunter.” False. I finished analogies, beers, and orgasms on a daily basis. But even my dumb ass knew better than to point it out.
He is sending me to live with a girl whose father is a cold-blooded murderer. Me. With my unfiltered, filthy mouth.
“Specifically speaking, I don’t have any. Just think of me, like, as Bambi: cute AF but super stupid and in total need of supervision.”
Drop dead, I wanted to scream. Only that wasn’t true. If he dropped dead right here and now, I wouldn’t switch loyalties. I would, however, dance atop his corpse while thanking God for saving me from six months of torture.
“Listen to me carefully, Hunter Fitzpatrick. I may seem like an insecure, average-looking geek to you. And you know what? That’s who I am. I own it. But make no mistake, this insecure geek comes from a long line of people you do not want to screw with, and their savagery rubbed off on me as well. I will not hesitate to pierce your pretty, spoiled-prince heart with one of my pointy arrows.
“Be graceful in defeat.”
Even this serial-killer-ninja-asshole loved his kid more than Da loved me.
I held him like he was made of glass. He held me like I was made of clouds.
“Aingeal dian,”
In that moment, I wished I’d never laid eyes upon Hunter Fitzpatrick, because I knew with certainty that for all his spoiled ways, corrupted behavior, and obsession with pleasure, he was innately good, loyal, and courageous.
“Just so we’re clear, you may be my babysitter, but you don’t call the shots. You do not boss me around, you do not make stupid-ass decisions with your body. Finally, you do not fucking hunt me. I’m the hunter here, sweetheart. And you? The goddamn prey.”
Pissing you off is my only source of entertainment here in Boston, and this kiss is my out-of-jail card.
I have a glass soul, baby. Pretty to look at, but it breaks easily, can make you bleed, and nobody gets attached to it.”
“The prince is not going to save you, aingeal dian. He is stuck in his castle, fighting his own battle. Are you ready to step out of your comfort zone and live?” he asked, almost brokenly. I’d never seen him so bare, so raw. “You have to let life touch you. Drown a little with me, baby.”
“Aisling is like a cat. She’s got a good amount of souls.”
“You are my butterfly, Sailor. And maybe I’m not Gerald’s flesh and blood, but make no mistakes—when I finally catch you, I intend to capture you, too.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die, when I first saw you in that parking lot, I knew your blood type was gold.
“Priceless and worthless are the same sum, presented in different manners. Words make you or break you. By cursing, you reduce yourself to someone who cannot convey their feelings sufficiently.”
“My friend from Cali was over with his fiancée. I kind of ignored her when they were here. And when we did talk, I reminded her that it was just temporary. I think I called it fuck-buddy purgatory.” “And they say romance is dead,”
“What do I do now?” “Grovel.”
“I cannot keep you from making mistakes, because then you’ll never learn from them. The world is tough, and cruel, and mostly unfair. It’s our job to find a way to navigate our way in it. The more I shield you, the less chance you’ll have of surviving.”
“Aingeal dian.” “Call me that name one more time, and I’ll gouge your eye out with one of my arrows.”
loyalty is thicker than blood,”
“Five years, Sailor. You still so young.” Oh, but my soul,
I was going to meet Lana and see our battle through, even if it brought me to Hades. And if I failed, at least I’d know I tried.
“What do I do to save my asshole family?” “Now,” Sailor said simply, “you do what Fitzpatricks do best: you go to war, and you win.”
The boys in black kicked the office door open (I loved when they did that; door handles were for pussies)
“Can I go Christian Grey on your ass and invite you for a trip in my private plane?” I flashed her my pearly whites. “I guess. But no BDSM.” “Boo. You’re no fun.”
“Go to hell, Cillian.” I dragged my fingers through my hair. “Already there. It’s called life.”
“Fuck you, your money, and your last name, old sport. If I have to earn being your family, I never will be.”
“I don’t answer hypothetical questions.” “Newsflash: you’re about to answer this one,”
we may not be the same brand of fuck-up, but we are both far from the realms of normalcy.”
I’m stupid in love with you, Sailor Brennan. Will you have my dumb ass? Flaws included. No returns.”
For her, I’d make nice with world-class dictators. But I’m repeating myself, because Da and Cillian give Bashar al-Assad a run for his money.
“But here’s a spoiler: They’ll tell me I can have my job back, I’ll agree, and then we’ll have dinner. We’ll bail out before dessert for anal. Bareback. I’ll come everywhere. Let’s hope you don’t get pink eye.” Unless Sparrow brings that banoffee pie she makes. Then anal can wait and we’ll stay for dessert. I would convert to its religion if it had one.
“I want you,” he said gruffly. “Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Forever. I want you to be mine, Sailor Brennan. No one else’s, ever.”
