Bring Me Their Hearts (Bring Me Their Hearts, #1)

by Sara Wolf

“If you fear the past, it becomes your future,” Y’shennria says finally. “You’re locked in the past, eternally, by your fear. There’s no way to escape it.

Because it was you, I learned to feel no fear.”

“What if I’ve been burning blindly this whole time,

“I’ve made it a point to think faster than anyone who might stand against me with force. It’s strange, but I’ve always seen resorting to force as a sort of…failure. A breakdown in my own intelligence, that I couldn’t think of something to avoid such bloodshed.”

“I am terrified of my feelings,” I admit, the only piece of truth I can admit.

But unlike those times, when my world crumbles now, it gets rebuilt, right in front of my eyes.

His smile is so innocent. So convinced I’m a beautiful thing, a thing worth being kissed. A thing worth being loved.

“T’ragan dhim af-artora, af-reyun horra,” Malachite says, his crimson eyes a little serious, for once. “Translation?” “As we all should be, but as we all cannot be.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m all right,” I grit. “Don’t speak nonsense—” “I’m a tool,” I interrupt him with a snarl. “A tool doesn’t have to be all right. Everyone keeps asking it, as if they really care, as if the well-being of someone like me actually matters to them! They have no idea!

You know nothing about me! You of all people don’t get to judge my monstrosity!”

(I lifted my veil, and he looked at me like I meant something.)