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“That dragons are fiercely loyal, and never forget what was taken from us. That eventually, we decide to protect what is ours… and burn the rest.”

“Honored Regents and Seneschals,” I say, my voice clear as I recite the formal greeting. “I declare myself eligible for the Rite of Kings by way of bloodline, and invite you to bear witness to the return of our king, Arthur Pendragon, once again Awakened to lead our Table and Order to victory in the Shadowborn Holy War.”

Jaw on the floor. I’m stressed!!

I think loving you would be the greatest thing in my life.

Loving Rosalie Shariff would be the easiest thing I’ve ever done—I know, because I’m already doing it. I think I’ve loved her since the day she stood up for me in that conference room. As a friend first, something I’ve never had, but now it’s more. It’s overwhelming, suddenly hard to swallow or even look at her. So I turn her around and wash her back reverently.

I think I’m in love with her—not even romantically, but on some soul level. I feel devoted to her.

A list, I realize, skimming over a few of the items: Dance on top of a bar like Coyote Ugly. Third base in a car. Skinny-dip! (But don’t get caught or go to jail!) Go on a crazy spring break trip. (But don’t get arrested!)

“To be loved is to be seen—and she’s the first person to really see him. That’s why they fall in love.”

What I can now see as me begging him for even a modicum of something romantic. Something he deemed unrealistic. “Real people don’t act like they do in your books, Ro.” But it wasn’t even the romance I’d wanted. It was my desperation for wanting to feel something real. Something overwhelming, but worth it.

“I think you’d be really easy to love,” she says. It’s a lax, whispered compliment, one she doesn’t know sounds like a gunshot in my head, hitting me straight in the chest.

“I don’t know what I’m going to have to do to prove to you and Oliver that I’m not leaving—and honestly, I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it.”

I wonder if I could convince her to She’s the Man herself onto the men’s hockey team so I never have to be on the ice without her.

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“Now, now, idiot!” interrupted Heathcliff, “cut it short! What’s your grievance? I’ll interfere in no quarrels between you and Nelly. She may thrust you into the coal-hole for anything I care.”

Heathcliff is a whole mood!!!

“Keep your eft’s fingers off; and move, or I’ll kick you!” cried Heathcliff, brutally repulsing her. “I’d rather be hugged by a snake. How the devil can you dream of fawning on me? I detest you!”

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”