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When Julius Caesar rose to power, it became obvious to the ancient Caretakers of Alexandria that an empire could sit successfully only upon a chair of three legs: subjugation, desperation, and ignorance.
To his credit, he didn’t look like the usual capitalist villain.
“It’s a very nice cage, but a cage nonetheless.”
Really, there was nothing more dangerous than a woman who knew her own worth.
The problem with being a smart girl was being naturally curious.
A uniquely upsetting curse, really, how little he knew how to exist when she wasn’t there;
He’d like her more if she did it more often.
(Callum would blame the false dichotomy of gender constructs if only he had the time.)
“The Society has changed its physical location several times throughout history,”
“One of you can influence behavior,” Nico accused, adding blisteringly, “Don’t.”
“Don’t be petulant. I’m trying to be mature.” Or something. “At the very least, I’m being pragmatic.”
There, he thought. Now let’s really have a fight.
“It is their belief that knowledge should not be carefully stored, but freely distributed. I confess they greatly misunderstand our work, and frequently target our archives.”
Maybe after a lifetime of being useless, Tristan simply wanted to be used.
Luckily, Libby was not a useless boy and did not focus on extraneous details like getting into Parisa’s pants.
They were all pieces of some other eventual thing.
“I find people to be largely disappointing,” Tristan commented.
See u in my dreams, he joked. His phone buzzed in his hand. Always, Nicolás, always.
In Reina’s mind, they were binary stars, trapped in each other’s gravitational field and easily diminished without the other’s opposing force.
Tristan’s immediate reflex was to mistrust Parisa’s softness.
So what if he overexerted himself, just this once, as a treat?
“You insufferable man-child. You idiot prince.” Her fondest derivative for him, or at least her most frequent.
Depending on how you viewed it, Persephone had either been stolen or she had run from Demeter to avoid being used. Either way, she had made herself queen.
she would not bleed out for nothing.
“So your sister deserved to die, then?” asked Williams blankly.
“You know,” Callum remarked, “there is no fate so final as betrayal. Trust, once dead, cannot be resurrected.”
When she fell, Libby gasped.
What a waste it would be for anyone to rid the world of her power, her capability. What an absolute crime against humanity.
“A cactus would find you callous,”
Nico, who had been in his customary form of a falcon, said nothing, but gave a brisk little flap of his wings to suggest they could well and rightly fuck off.
“Very human of him, to long for a collective.”
“It doesn’t matter whether Callum plans to hurt me,” she said, “because I’ll kill him before he does.”
“You,” he said, “would not understand.” “I’m sure I could if you used small words,” she drolly replied.
For example, Tristan had never asked Callum what books the archives gave him access to. It was a grave error, and perhaps even fatal.
“I don’t know if he’s in love with his roommate and unaware of it, or simply careless with his life,”
Within moments, the silence was punctured by a scream.
“Men, conceptually, are canceled,”
“You’re a fire hazard, Rhodes,” he said. “So stop apologizing for the damage and just let the fucker burn.”
“Isn’t it? The day you are not a fire,” he said, “is the day the earth will fall still for me.”
This was someone’s Libby Rhodes, but not theirs. Not his.
Part one: Your value is not negotiable. Part two: You will kill him before he kills you.
You and your ticking clock, Gideon, that’s my future. That’s mine.
“I do.” Dalton leaned his cheek against her hand, closing his eyes. “It’s because you know how to starve.”
he said, in English so falsely aristocratic he might as well have fucked the queen,
It was someone known only as the Prince who,
