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Fire blazes at the edge of my vision on either side. It hems me in, almost blinding. I stumble back and hit a wall of muscle and tactical armor. Cal cradles my broken wrist, holding it gently.
For once, I don't remember the manacles.

Evangeline spares a glance over her shoulder, her eyes finding mine.
"Don't make this a habit!" she shouts.
Exhaustion hits me because, strangely, I feel safe.
Evangeline Samos has my back.

Evangeline and Mare will become such an iconic duo bro

breaking eye contact, Maven slips the flamemaker bracelet from his wrist. It's slow, deliberate, methodic. I hear it hit the floor and roll, silver metal ringing against the marble. The other quickly follows. Still watching, he leans back in the bath and tips his head. Exposing his neck.

Arghhh

“How was I supposed to know what a poison you would be?"
"If I'm a poison, then get rid of me. Stop torturing us both!"
"You know I can't do that, no matter how much I may want to." His lashes flicker and his eyes go far away. Somewhere even I can't reach him. "You're like Thomas was. You are the only person I care about, the only person who reminds me I am alive. Not empty. And not alone.”

"Those who know what it's like in the dark will do anything to stay in the light."
-Maven

"You didn't have to choose her after you framed him-"
"Well, I couldn't exactly choose the person I wanted, could I?" he snaps.
"You threw me into an arena to die. You keep me chained up in your palace, guarded night and day, You let me waste away, sick-"
"You think I enjoy seeing you like this?" he murmurs. "You think I want to keep you a prisoner?"
"It's the only way you'll stay with me."

"Don't you have a new rival to hate? Or is it easier to pick on a prisoner rather than a princess?"
"Iris is far too calm for my liking,"
she shoots back. "You still have some bite,
at least."
"Good to know I amuse you."

This bitch is lowkey annoying me
Mare didn’t do everything wrong cut her some damned slack girl

"Did you just call me a fucking coward?"
Hunt tipped his head to the stars and laughed. "So what if I did?"
She angled her face closer to his. "Too bad all that healing first-light didn't turn you into a decent person."
"Where would the fun be in that, Quinlan?"

Hunt hissed to Bryce through his gritted teeth, thunder cracking above him, "I heard what you said. What you waited to admit until I was almost dead, you fucking coward." His lightning surged into her, sending her body arcing off the ground as he tried to jump-start her heart. He snarled in her ear, "Now come say it to my face."

Hjs Bryce.

Arghhhhhh

“You’re free, Lehabah.”

“Then let the world know that my first act of freedom was to help my friends.”

NOT LEBABAHHHHH 😭😭😭

Oh my babies

What the fuck just happened

What the fuck

"And who am I?"

"A pain in my ass." Her smile was brighter than the setting sun on the river. "You're my friend. Who watches trashy TV with me and puts up with my shit. You're the person I don't need to explain myself to—not when it matters. You see everything I am, and you don't run away from it."
He smiled at her, let it convey everything that glowed inside him at her words. "I like that."

Let someone in, give them the power to hurt you, and they’d do exactly that, in the end.

Tell me about it argh

If they knew she had gone up to the roof to burn them all-but instead wound up staring over the ledge. She wondered what would have happened if Juniper, on a whim, hadn't called just to check in that night. Right as Bryce had braced her hands on the rail.
Only that friendly voice on the other end of the line kept Bryce from walking right off the roof.

She'd seen more than her fair share of cut, beautiful male bodies, but Hunt Athalar's blew them all away.
He was pining for a lost love, she reminded herself. Had made that very clear earlier tonight. Through an effort of will, she lifted her eyes and found a shit-eating smirk on his face.

Burning. Fucking: Solas.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, and from the look of it, had been in the middle of brushing his teeth, too. But she didn't give a shit about his dental hygiene when he looked like that.
Muscles upon muscles upon muscles, all covered by golden-brown skin that glowed in the firstlights. It was outrageous. She'd seen him shirtless before, but she hadn't noticed-not like this.

Her amusement faltered. She didn't tell him about that time senior year of college when she and Danika ran into Flynn and Declan at a bar. How Danika had gone home with Flynn, because Bryce hadn't wanted to mess up anything between him and Ruhn.