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“I have decided that the hot, burning, inescapable pain is the worst. This pain comes when you finally begin to relax, you finally breathe, thinking that some issue is yesterday’s problem, when in fact it’s today’s problem, tomorrow’s problem, and the problem of every day after that. This pain comes when you pour everything into something, into someone, and they betray you so completely—so seemingly on a whim—that the pain crushes you and you feel as if you’re barely breathing, barely holding on to that small fraction of whatever is left inside of you begging you to go on, to not give up.
-Tessa”
― After We Fell
-Tessa”
― After We Fell
“I'm more dangerous than you think,' I flat-out bluster.
'So I see. I'm quaking in my boots.' The corner of his mouth rises in a mocking smile.
Fucking. Asshole.
I flip the daggers in my hand, pinching them at the tips, then flick my wrists and fire them past his head, one on each side. They land solidly in the trunk of the tree behind him.
'You missed.' He doesn't even flinch.
'Did I?' I reach for my last two blades. 'Why don't you back up a couple of steps and test that theory?'
Curiosity flares in his eyes, but it's gone in the next second, masked by cold, mocking indifference.
Every one of my senses is on high alert, but the shadows around me don't slide in as he moves backward, his eyes locked with mine. His back hits the tree, and the hilts of my daggers brush his ears.
'Tell me again that I missed,' I threaten, taking the dagger in my right hand by the tip.
'Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?' An appreciative smile curves his perfect lips as shadows dance up the trunk of the oak, taking the form of fingers. They pluck the daggers from the tree and bring them to Xaden's waiting hands.”
― Fourth Wing
'So I see. I'm quaking in my boots.' The corner of his mouth rises in a mocking smile.
Fucking. Asshole.
I flip the daggers in my hand, pinching them at the tips, then flick my wrists and fire them past his head, one on each side. They land solidly in the trunk of the tree behind him.
'You missed.' He doesn't even flinch.
'Did I?' I reach for my last two blades. 'Why don't you back up a couple of steps and test that theory?'
Curiosity flares in his eyes, but it's gone in the next second, masked by cold, mocking indifference.
Every one of my senses is on high alert, but the shadows around me don't slide in as he moves backward, his eyes locked with mine. His back hits the tree, and the hilts of my daggers brush his ears.
'Tell me again that I missed,' I threaten, taking the dagger in my right hand by the tip.
'Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?' An appreciative smile curves his perfect lips as shadows dance up the trunk of the oak, taking the form of fingers. They pluck the daggers from the tree and bring them to Xaden's waiting hands.”
― Fourth Wing
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