You don’t like Blue, do you?””No,” Mira said, caught off guard by the change of subject.”I was worried he was doing his knight-in-tarnished-armor thing and it was winning you over.
—Sarah Cross
Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.
A naked blade hid nothing, feared nothing. She wanted to be like that. Because that was how you found yourself, created yourself. You didn’t hide. You didn’t wait for the perfect moment to settle on...
You couldn’t hide from bad things and pretend they didn’t exist–that left you with a dream world, and dream worlds eventually crumbled. You had to face the truth. And then decide what you wanted.
It seared her senses; it made her feel alive, even as it sucked that life away – and she kept coming back to it, again and again. Waves of sensation pulled her under – drowning...
He kissed her lightly on the nose, and she laughed. Blue eyed her with faux seriousness. “How was that? Any weakness?””No. But I don’t think there would have been anyway.””Well, then, how about this?” His...
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