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“I will do whatever it takes to ensure Darius and the other Heirs sit on the throne of Solaria. And I urge you to never underestimate that vow.”

“Kiss?” he asked. “No!” I gasped as he leaned in for one. “Are you crazy?” I shoved him back and he started bobbing on his heels. “Crazy for you.” “That is the cringiest thing I've ever heard,” I laughed. “Yeah actually, don't repeat that to anyone, babe. Street cred and all.” He winked, snatching my hand again and tugging me along.

I desperately wanted to rule out the possibility that the Heirs' families could have been involved. That one of them was coming after us. And Professor Orion was helping them. Because if it was true, I didn't know how we'd ever escape.

“I'll send reading materials on Coercion to your Atlas. You will have a lesson with me every Monday evening. I expect you to have a basic grasp on shields by our next one. There will be a test.” He smirked and I suspected he was the kind of teacher who loved springing pop quizzes on his students. I got up, lifting my chin as I internally accepted the challenge with all my heart. “I plan on getting an A.”

can, from the distance of years now, still think I’m hearing the voices of two young men singing these words in Neapolitan toward daybreak, neither realizing, as they held each other and kissed again and again on the dark lanes of old Rome, that this was the last night they would ever make love again.

“All this means is that in ten days when I look out to this spot, you won’t be here. I don’t know what I’ll do then. At least you’ll be elsewhere, where there are no memories.”

“Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine,”

for you in silence, somewhere in Italy in the mid-eighties.

“Do you like being alone?” he asked. “No. No one likes being alone. But I’ve learned how to live with it.”

“Is it better to speak or to die?”

Once inside, I took a look around. For some reason, I thought it would feel more like a business, but I was immediately struck by how cozy it felt. This was a home.

Why did his dog have to be so cute? He shouldn’t get to have a cute dog and dimples.

I bet he had rough hands. Working hands. For a split second, I imagined what they would feel like if he dragged them across my body. Nope. No. Definitely not. Do not go there. We were not about to have fantasies about the mystery cowboy in the dusky dive bar—no matter how good-looking he was.


טוב אחותי

״Going home was now a decision that I deeply regretted, because it had led to what would forever be known as “the incident” to me, but also known as my wedding to others.״

לול אני מתחיל לאהוב את היצורה חוץ מזה שיש לה את השם של היועצת שלי