“You know, little witch, someone very wise recently taught me that the absence of choice is sometimes a gift we bestow on those who mean the most to us. Allowing them to make the choice for us, and trusting them to take care of us. It seems to me that having that trust in another must be the deepest measure of love and affection.” Her heart thrummed in her chest as if it had sprouted wings like a beautiful black butterfly. “It is. I would never give my choices to someone I didn’t trust entirely, and I can only trust someone if I love them.”
