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“I need him to put me in contact with a friend of his.” I crush my lips to hers. “The blond guy who likes to kidnap priests.”

OMGGG SERGEI LOLL

So, with my eyes fixed on his, I lift my foot and slam it down on the protruding handle of the scissors, thrusting them further into his flesh. “That’s the obedient, well-bred, Italian girl for you.” I spit on his not-yet-cold body, then turn and rush to Massimo’s side.

YESSS I LOVE HER

“Any last words, Massimo?” Salvo’s condescending voice carries from inside. “Yes.”
“Well?” Salvo snaps. “I’m all ears.”
“I’LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR PUTTING YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY FUTURE WIFE, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!”

😝😝

"You," Massimo rasps, tilting my chin up, "are the most beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on. And if anyone makes you doubt how fucking gorgeous you are, I'll make them regret it for the rest of their lives."

i’m gonna cry i love him so much

he’s so worried about her safety it’s insane.

PS: What happened to the original gold ones?

Zahara, I gave instructions for them to be thrown into the Seine. They are at the bottom of the polluted river—a place where items that have caused you harm belong. I also figured that having the gold pieces around may stir up bad memories for you, and that’s not something I want you to experience.

bro i love him

My old jewelry box. And it contained six necklaces and two bracelets. Stunning pieces that were exact replicas of my old ones, with one exception. These were made of platinum instead of gold. It was you, wasn’t it?

awww omgg stop bro 🥹

PS: Why do you keep bringing up Adriano? No, he hasn’t dropped by. And he hasn’t been here since that lunch, which was more than a year ago. Why are you asking about him so much?

bro thinks adriano is gonna steal her away

Letter #208 (draft 2) Why does it matter if Adriano’s wife cheats on him? If the stupid motherfucker knows it and does nothing about it, he’s a fucking sissy. Is there something between you two? If he’s laid a— Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! I flush this goddamned attempt at a note down the toilet.

THIS IS TOO FUNNY BRO

Letter #208 (draft 1) Why are you interested in his relationship with his wife? Do you like him? Has that shithead been hitting on you? Because if he has, I’ll arrange for one of his own transport trucks to run him over and then back up to plow into him in reverse! There’ll be nothing left of that dickwad other than a red fucking stain on the road! I crumple my letter and throw it in the trash can. Fucking hell!

Nera told me that Zahara has vitiligo. That’s what the skin discoloration on her face is. I’d never heard of the condition before, so I grabbed the phone from Sam to google it, needing to know if it’s causing her pain or other ill effects. It doesn’t, which is a relief. I can’t handle the idea of anything hurting Zahara.

ofc 😋😋

“Is there a person in this world that you actually give a fuck about?”
“Just one.”

🤭

That’s Zahara, the voice in my head whispers. Don’t be ridiculous. I give him a mental dope slap. It’s her. No—this beautiful, sophisticated young woman can’t be my little spy.

AHHHHH IM LOVING THIS

Aelin had kept their letter on her desk for months. Not a scar on her palm, but a promise of tomorrow. A vow to make the future as brilliant as Nehemia had dreamed it could be.

shut up i’m crying so hard rn

“To whatever end?” she breathed. Rowan followed her, as he had his entire life, long before they had ever met, before their souls had sparked into existence. “To whatever end, Fireheart.”

🥲🥲

Aelin looked at Chaol and Dorian and sobbed. Opened her arms to them, and wept as they held each other. “I love you both,” she whispered. “And no matter what may happen, no matter how far we may be, that will never change.” “We will see you again,” Chaol said, but even his voice was thick with tears. “Together,” Dorian breathed, shaking. “We’ll rebuild this world together.”

😭😭

For a moment, Aelin and Yrene just stared at each other.
"We're a long way from Innish," Yrene whispered.
"But lost no longer," Aelin whispered back, voice breaking as they embraced. The two women who had held the fate of their world between them. Who had saved it.

stop flashbacks to the assassins blade 🥹

And smiling through her tears, laughing in joy and sorrow, Manon
laid that precious flower from the Wastes upon the ground.
In thanks and in love.
So they would know, so Asterin would know, in the realm where she and her hunter and child walked hand in hand, that they had made it.
That they were going home.

OH SHUT UP IM BAWLINGGG

"I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it." He kissed her, gently and lovingly. "And when we are wed, I will bind my life to yours. So we will never know a day apart. Never be alone, ever again." Elide covered her face with her hands and sobbed, at the heart he offered, at the immortality he was willing to part with for her. For them.

"Ask me to stay," was all he said.
Her heart began racing. "Stay," she whispered.
Light, such beautiful light filled his dark eyes. "Ask me to come to Perranth with you."
"Come to Perranth with me."
"Ask me to marry you."
Elide began crying, even as she laughed. "Will you marry me, Lorcan He swept her up into his arms, raining kisses over her face. "I'll think about it."

STOP IT RN

And I . . . well, I found love because it was always out there, waiting for me, even when I questioned its existence. In fact, I found it right next door—where it had always been.

stop

I spent years complaining about being the single one of the group, the odd man out. But even though I was the last one, how lucky am I that I got a front-row seat to watch each of my best friends fall in love?

🥹🥹🥹

Hallie slides onto my lap, while the others find their way to their person. Then it’s the ten of us. How it was always supposed to be.

shut up rn why is this so cute

“I’m going to take her on the roof of the house and do it there.” All four of them look at me like I’ve lost my goddamn mind, but I swear, if I would’ve told their wives my plan instead of them, I’d be rewarded with resounding approval from all four of those women. And they wonder why I like attending girls’ night.

HAHAHAA BRO

Epilogue
Rio
Two Months Later

NOOOO WDYMM ITS ENDING PLS 😔😔

“Playing for Chicago feels like I’m playing for my hometown because it is my home now. You’re my home. Being loved by you for the rest of my life is the only dream of mine that’s never wavered. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m already exactly where I want to be.”

tearing up rn 🥲

“Rio, playing for Boston is your childhood dream.” I shake my head. “You’re my childhood dream.”

SHUT UPOPPP

“I couldn’t exactly make you a mixtape like you always did for me, so this modern version will have to do.”

this is so sweet and wholesome i wanna cry

“I love you, Hallie Hart. Spoken or unspoken, I’ve always loved you.”

i want what they have 😔

My birthday. March eighth. Thirty-eight. He’s been wearing my birthdate on his jersey for six years and I had no idea.

UGHHH FREAKING LOVE RIO