Pride goeth before the fall....but you've already fallen, haven't you?
Melissa MarrSome things are more important than safety.
Melissa MarrStichwörter: love seth devlin fearies
Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Choosing."
Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face.
"I'm mine. Not anyone else's."
"I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.
She turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: "I survived. Isn't that what matters?
Melissa MarrWhat would I do without you?"
"You'll never find out.
He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.
Melissa MarrWith a strange half-mocking tone, Aislinn said, "It's not just guys like those today. Even the pretty ones can be awful. Don't trust them just because they're pretty."
Donia laughed, coldly, sounding every bit Beira's creature in that moment. "Where were you when I needed that advice? I've already gone out with the biggest mistake a girl can make.
Good night, Seth."
"So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor.
"I'm not running."
The other boot hit the floor. "Really?"
"Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest.
"Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.
The girl's kind, good. . . . Totally too good for you."
"So were you." He kissed her cheek, singed it with his lips. "You still are."
"Bastard." She shoved him, ignoring the burning in her palm from touching him.
He put a hand on his shoulder, metling the ice that formed where she'd pushed too hard. It crackled under his touch. "Only because Beira murdered my father.
The former Dark King’s eyes closed again; his chest did not appear to rise.
Niall reached out and put a hand on the injured faery’s chest. “Irial!”
“Still here.” Irial didn’t open his eyes, but he smiled a little.
“You’re an ass,” Niall said, but he kept his hand on Irial’s chest so that he could feel both pulse and breath.
“You too, Gancanagh,” Irial murmured.
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