Two for Tea: Welcome to Azathé (Cambric Creek #4)

by C.M. Nascosta

A name gave the impermanent permanence, the overlooked some sense of remembrance. To have a name was to be seen, even for the briefest of moments, is proof of one’s incontestable existence. Knowing the name of another was a gift, a way to acknowledge them, to call them into account, regardless of how casually people treated introductions.

“Good books. Hot tea. Someone to call me a good girl as they hold me down and fuck me into next month.