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Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.
“A signet is a combination of our power with your own ability to channel. It reflects who you are at the core of your being.”
“You choose the oddest times to defend her, Aetos.” Xaden all but rolls his eyes as he looks at Dain. “And the most convenient times not to.”
CLOCK ITTT
“You haven’t even seen me start to be a dick.”
He said "not til' i whip it out"
A scream rips from my throat just as lightning splits the sky with a terrifying crack of thunder.
I fucking called it.
“Lightning wielder.”
Mare from temu?
And when she smiled at me after mastering her shield in mere minutes, her face lighting up as the snow fell around us, I fucking fell. We hadn’t even kissed, and I fell.
Yes I needed his pov !!
I can’t even articulate what it is about the strands that pushes me straight into need-to-fuck-her-now territory, and I’m too busy fighting to keep my hands at my sides to question the why of it.
He's just as horny as her I should've known.
Brennan just grins and opens his arms. “Welcome to the revolution, Violet.”
NO WAYYY
