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Her only other friend had run away when they’d been children, and she knew to this day they were hunting her.
Her only other friend was Zen, my heart is broken
But then she reminded herself of the one thing that kept her going, the search for one little answer that made her wake up every morning and brave the day.
It’s either to find Tristan her big brother, or she’s Xanders mother
The guy stayed silent for a second. Something was off about him.
It’s Vin. Please tell me it’s Vin
She wasn’t important and he was mistaken. If her heartbeat ever stopped, it wouldn’t change a thing.
Sweetie, never mind him, but if your brother found out you died he would light the world up in flames himself
Something else had happened to the other girl.
She’s either dead or our favourite mafia gang got her out
A twinge of guilt moved through her, for the one soul she would leave behind, but she shook her head. She was not worth knowing. It was for the best.
I need to know if she’s talking about Tristan or Xander
Climbing the low steps lit by neon lights, she walked over to the fourth table from the back, her steps coming to a halt as she took in the group of men and women sitting at the table—three couples and one man, and not one of them looking like they fit in this part of the world.
Oh my god
It was a nice thing to see on the last night of her life.
IM CRYING. HE DIDNT KNOW HIS SISTER WAS THERE. SHE DOESNT KNOW HER BROTHER WAS ONE OF THEM
She cried out at the fact that he took another girl’s name, a sharp pain piercing her heart before everything went black.
She doesn’t remember her name
She would find her family, find people who loved her endlessly, find a man who would heal her with love, probably that dog of Dante’s who’d been on her scent for months, or maybe someone else.
This man believes Tristan would allow anyone to look at his little sister again my lord
Not only did he know she liked the cute bottles, but he was giving her options to try. Again. He was giving her the chance to experiment and see what she liked.
This is so heartbreaking because she’s being offered choice in her everyday life which is something she’s never ever had, meanwhile it never crosses our minds
Or was she breaking down? But why? Why over tea, of all things?
I too react this way when there’s no teabags. But I’m just autistic.
Looking at the tablet sitting on the kitchen counter, she opened it and typed into the search bar.
Okay but who taught her to read? It’s been bugging me for a while now
It felt odd to be asked so many questions, like her choice in them mattered.
Heartbroken
He had to tell her about her brother, about who she was.
I was afraid she wouldn’t remember Tristan and confirming it just fucking hurts me
“Be safe, little Xander," she murmured against his soft cheeks. "Be strong. Be loved, my beautiful baby.”
Knew it. But once again Xander is 8?
“When we are together, you trust me. In here, you let go completely,” he told her, tracing her mouth with his thumb. “This will get intense for you, and you will tell me to stop. But I won’t stop. I'll push you. Are you okay with that?”
Yes that’s wonderful but you still need a safe word you absolute lunchbox
The Morning Star Home
"Lucifer" in Latin. An incorrect translation has tied the Devil to the name Lucifer. But I really like this implication.
She’d felt too much, and it was such a contrast to who he had been.
Tristan also feels too much. And her child has autism. It’s a whole family of autistic people feeling too much aawww
But she wanted her vengeance. She wanted to see him hurt.
I’m a firm believer in brutally murdering your rapists and bathing in their blood as therapy, so trust me Lyla, you’ll heal with this
