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You’re so empty inside that you need chaos to feel alive.
Kill throws a pillow at him. “It’s her birthday. Do it.”
Also, did someone mention the word ‘ruin’?”
I made my spectacular theatrical entry,
I can work with disapproval. Hate, even.
I didn’t realize how much I missed her until I listened to the recording of her voice on a loop.
Nikolai obviously disagrees and definitely thinks—like everyone else who isn’t Mia—that I’m well worth it since he raises his fist again.
overrated protective cocoon.
I like to call this the Landon effect—quite powerful and pleasing to watch.
I pull out a tissue and help him wipe the shit off his lip as he struggles to remain standing.
First, I’m not worth it. Now, she’s fucking ashamed of me.
“I disrespectfully disagree.
“I don’t like it when others harm my family.”
“Happy Birthday, little muse. Remember, a future where you don’t belong to me doesn’t exist.”
“I’ll be out of your hair,” I call. “For some reason, it feels like I’m not welcome here. I wonder why.”
And now that I’ve seen her again, the last thing I want to do is leave.
“I’m nothing if not full of surprises.”
“Because you’ve never made an effort to love us, Lan!”
He’s one of the few people who doesn’t judge me, despite my extreme chaos-oriented nature.
“Bran feels too much and I feel too little, which is why we balance each other out.”
Killian shook his head at me and said he was disappointed in me.
In the box he gave me, there was a golden QR code with ‘Happy Birthday’ engraved in the middle. When I visited it, I found an image of a half-blurred statue face that looked so much like me.
He’s the type who believes in playing the player instead of the game, and when I complained that it wasn’t fair, he chuckled and offered to teach me.
How much my body is starved for the intensity. The manhandling. The unknown.
The sense of narcissism in this man is absolutely mind-blowing.
“Mia’s boyfriend. Though she might prefer the term lover.”
I’ve been developing a new type that only you can fit.”
He drops a kiss on the top of my head
“I’m over here, muse. You should know by now that I don’t appreciate not being the center of your attention.”
“I won’t.”
In fact, he merely asks me to go on a date with him.
I mentioned that several weeks ago and he still remembers it so well.
Look at what I cooked for you.”
His undivided attention is dangerously focused on me, head on his fist as he swirls the wine glass with his free hand.
“I’m trying not to use my understanding of emotions in a destructive manner. At least, not with the people who matter.”
I glare. He stares back, still smirking.
He removes his jacket and places it around my shoulders, then presses down gently.
Isn’t it mad that I find peace in a monster?
“On the contrary, I will remember every word.” He slides a stray strand behind my ear and I lean my cheek against his warm hand. “No one steals from you and gets to breathe, little muse. I’ll make sure you regain your voice even if it’s the last thing I do.”
my own sex goddess.
Let’s just say he’s been enjoying this ‘let’s teach Landon emotions’ mission a bit too much.
I’m hit by the magical look that she had in her big green eyes when she looked at me back then. The awe, the wonder, and the complete enchantment that was there when I used her little fingers to doodle on some paper. Of course, that was my creation, but Glyn took that paper and went running to Mum, screaming, “Look what Lan teached me!”
I’m open to anything, including relearning the entire world fucking history and seeing it in rosy colors instead of human greed, but letting her go is not an option. Not in this lifetime or the next, or the twenty after.
I actually like that they don’t wear expressions of dread or disgust whenever I’m in their field of vision. They actually come to hang out in my room without me forcing them to—in
my Mia
“Thanks, little princess.” She stares up at me with a parted mouth before she nods and lets her lips pull in a smile. “Sure.”
“You just thanked Glyn for the first time ever.”
“Yes, Mum.” I do a mock salute and I’m rewarded with Bran’s snickering.
I’ve become so irrevocably obsessed with the little muse that I’m surviving on the mere hope of being able to see her.
Because she makes me see sides of me I didn’t know existed before.
