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El que con lobos anda, a aullar se enseña. He who runs with wolves learns to howl. You are the company you keep. I had been born to liars, raised by liars.
I didn’t care that she drank because she was a nice drunk, even affectionate sometimes.
Because I was his dead best friend’s little sister, the girl he’d promised to protect and cherish in his stead.
I had no great love like Zeus or King or my girl, Harleigh Rose. I had nothing to lose, and so, wasn’t it only fitting I be the one to take the risk? If it didn’t work. If I died… At least I wouldn’t leave behind a love like theirs who would never recover from my death.
I’d do it because I was Dane Meadow’s sister, and he would have done the same.
“But they had eyes on King. He was the new Prez, the heir to Zeus Garro. Who am I? No one. They won’t see me coming.”
I didn’t think there was any way I could go back to pretendin’ Lila wasn’t fuckin’ vital to me. ’Cause the feel of her lips on mine was like fresh oxygen after two years of livin’ with half a lung.
I was being as careful as I could be given I’d willing signed up for eventual heartbreak.
Normally, I’d be in the thick of that, tangled up in one or two girls ’cause I liked the feel of them, they liked the sight of me, and therefore, I usually got the pick of the litter. Not tonight. It wasn’t easy stayin’ away. I got the pouty looks, the trailin’ hands, and whispered invitations, but I stayed free of them. Lila and I hadn’t talked about… exclusivity.
Even living only a moment of this dream with Nova was worth a lifetime of heartbreak.