“I understand why your father hid you from me.” His wings unspooled, stretched. Stretched. “He knew you’d become my obsession.”
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Olivia Wildenstein,
Starlight
“Who’s Jarod?” he’d asked me. Someone I dream about. Someone who makes my heart ache. Who smells like fig leaves and shadows. A little like you . . .”
―
Olivia Wildenstein,
Starlight