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a deal made by immortals, once sealed in blood, could not be broken.
“The only difference between a murderer and a hero is who tells the story.”
“They’re scared of you,” Ai Ling corrected. “Which is way more useful. People can’t love someone they don’t respect. And, well—fear’s a step in the right direction.”
But I don’t get it—Jeet, what side are you on?” “The hardest side to be on: the one that keeps you alive.”
“It’s like I said before, darling—fear is a tool.”
People had been afraid of me my whole life. I had never tried to make it an asset before.
If this was a den of snakes, then Dayo and I were the cobras who ruled it.
To all of Aritsar, I was either a god or a demon.
“When you take someone’s story as your own, it’s no different than loving yourself.
“For what it’s worth, sunshine girl,” he said at last, “you have always been my kind of different.”
All stories came to completion, and no hill was too steep—no step too painful.
Not all pain was worthless. Sometimes, pain could write a story.
