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His face, his beauty, it’s irrelevant. His soul called to me.
The shit I’ve done… The things I’ve seen… The people I’ve hurt… My hands are dirty. My soul is black. My heart is a shriveled mass in my chest. You’re so clean, Keira. So fucking clean, and I’m so dirty. So unworthy. You’re the kind of woman a man should worship. That he should get on his hands and fucking knees to serve. In my world, men don’t do that. But you deserve it. You deserve everything, and everything isn’t something I’m able to offer. For you, I’d try, but I don’t think you’ll ever notice me. Maybe that’s for the best. Storm
I’d only triggered our separation because I wanted to break the old ways, wanted her to know that a woman didn’t have to take that kind of shit. That she could and should leave when a man wasn’t good enough for her. And Storm wasn’t. He really wasn’t. Even if he was my darn soul mate, that didn’t mean we were meant to be together. Soul mates didn’t get a free pass. They had to earn it. Personally, I needed self-respect more than I needed him to lie beside me in bed.
"You are perfection," I rasped. "You are everything that is beautiful in this world. You are a goddess," I snarled. "Don’t you dare ever say anything less in my presence."
"Because you were standing up for both of you. The day you tossed me out on my ass was a day you made me proud of you, baby girl. I was so, so proud. I was hurting and grieving and terrified but I was glad that you did that because you deserve so much better than me."
"Don’t give up on him, Keira," he whispered in my ear, like he knew my mind and heart and soul were torn in all directions. "You could never hate Storm as much as he hates himself."
"I loved you as you became Cyan’s mom—a woman who made sure the house was clean, who watched over our daughter, who protected her, cherished her. But I fell for the woman who smiled at a dirty biker like he wasn’t scum."
"I’d like a coffee," she murmured, placing her white pocketbook on the table. "I’d like for you to get VD and die." I smiled. "We don’t always get what we ask for, do we?"
It took losing her to recognize that I had to get my head out of my ass.
