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I don’t belong in their world any more than they’ve ever belonged in mine. But what Ms. Crane doesn’t understand about us is that we don’t need to. We’ll make our own world. And I’m going to make damn sure Story is a part of it. Even if it kills me.
If Killer needs to learn to listen, then maybe Story needs to learn to talk. Smoke signals have better communication than these two.
They flank me the same way they do on campus, but this time, I feel less like an ornament and more like a prize they’re protecting. I’ve already proven myself. I killed Ugly Nick. I saved Killian from certain death. I negotiated directly with Daniel. I’ve spent the last three years running from a psychotic stalker, and I’m still standing.
No, I’m no longer an ornament. I’m one of them, and tonight, everyone else is going to know it, too.
“You’re not seeing the whole picture, big brother. Love doesn’t just give you something to lose. It makes you stronger because it gives you something to fight for. Something worth more than some stupid game. Can you think of anything scarier?”
What’s a queen without her King?” Ms. Crane pours us another shot. “A lot more powerful, historically speaking.”
But even though we’re bound by the blood of pain and the scars of wrath, we’re also bound by the grace of mercy.
