Tatum

“But she didn't know any of this that night, as she looked into his eyes -so blue- and opened herself up to him in a way she couldn't remember doing with anyone before. The glass wall she'd built around herself was disintegrating - she could almost see it happening; the fragments winking in the light like tiny mirrors.

Really, it was just that the glass wall was being replaced with another kind of cage. One that Simon spun from charm and flattery, as binding and delicate as spider silk.

Now, she wonders if she'd known this, even then. Perhaps it had been part of the allure - the thought that, after all those exhausting years of locking herself away, here was someone who could do it for her.”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward