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“You think I’m afraid of death? I’ve walked straight into it, and it spit me back out.”
“You are like fire, Brex. People try to put you out, but you come back with a roar.
I would bow to no man. Ever again. Women have always had to apologize or bend to their will. We were punished for their weak character. In doing so, we helped them keep us down like pitiful creatures they claimed us to be. When in truth, we were the dragons.
Even in death, I’d go down with talons and flames.
“And when I saw you tonight, I realized something.” “What?” His thumb slid over my lips, tracing them roughly. “The wolf isn’t leashed… and yet it still runs back to you.”
“Kovacs.” He gripped my face, an emotion I had never seen flicker in his eyes. A naughty grin tugged his mouth. “I fuckin’ missed you.”
I would jump willingly into the depths of darkness. No conscience. No compassion. I would become revenge.
Even death would fear me.”
weakness. I disagreed. Bending meant you could be molded and shaped into something else. I may be full of dents, scars, and trauma, but whatever they did to me, they could not bend and form me into their idea. They turned me rigid. Titanium. I broke; I did not bend. I snapped; I did not bow. They did not twist and cast me into something different. My broken pieces could be forged together. Made stronger.
It bubbled deep inside, the heat welding my pieces back together. Forging for a battle that was no longer hinting on the horizon or merely whispers in the dark. It was here.
