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Both forms are drop-dead gorgeous and otherworldly, and no matter the eye color, he looks at me with the same intensity as always.
He broke something inside of me far more than just my heart. He broke my will. My drive. My voice. He broke down my very spirit, and I let him.
I don’t think gold’s your color, Commander.” “I disagree. Gold has quickly become my favorite.”
“You’re very hard,” I counter. A rich, dark laugh slips from his mouth. “You’ve no idea.”
Why is it that a man can make you feel like nothing, when you have given him everything?
“I told you to prove it to me, and yet you sat there at that table and you were a king.”
You’re not the villain in my story.” “I am,” he says without remorse, his sharp jaw tight with tension. “But I’ll be the villain for you. Not to you.”
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
Love is a whisper we didn’t hear or a sound that drums in our ears and drowns out everything else.”
“Bossy.” “King,” he reminds me.
“You will have no one and nothing to comfort you. You’ll die alone and poor, ruined by your own greed, and it will be exactly what you deserve.”
“You can’t cut off the strings of your puppet and still expect it to move for you.”

