I could give up the idea of being a hero and rise up the villain beside a man I was beginning to understand was so much more than that. He was the kind of man who called his seven-year-old niece the love of his life and watched episodes of some cheesy vampire show to give a lonely woman some comradery. He was the kind of man to rip someone apart with his bare hands for wronging him or his, but he was also the kind of man to take the fall for a woman’s crime because she was the sister of his heart. He was everything I’d feared and everything I’d never consciously known I longed for. And all
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