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As desperate as I was to reach the mirror-door and get us home, I wanted to hold on to this last ride through the Broken World on the back of a fallen angel’s Harley, with a cat-dragon in my backpack, a golden wolf running alongside, and a ghost’s reassuring magic buzzing in the cuff on my arm.
smiled back. “I thought you weren’t a gentleman.” “I’m not.” He tucked a stray wisp of hair behind my ear. “But I’m not a bastard.”
You’re wrong, Ronan told me. You are enough. You’ve always been enough, and you always will be.
Tell her there’s coffee if she wants it and whisky if she needs it.”
