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That Treena was gone. I rested my head on Vance’s uninjured shoulder, feeling warm and secure against his body. The simple closeness of his hand resting on my shoulder, the electricity his touch sent down my spine, filled something inside me I didn’t know was empty. A moment with Vance was better than a hundred years with Dresden. A thousand years.

Ahh I can't with them!! “I told those settlers there was a man here,” I said quietly, “someone who would help them find a peaceful and happy life.” A man who hurt deeply and loved even deeper and saw life for what it was. A man I’d fallen for, hard and fast—and I’d done nothing more than open myself up for heartbreak. The pain was too much. I tightly shoved it into a box in my mind and filed it away.

Your honor I love them! I’ll follow you to the end, wherever and whenever it is,” he said, his voice a whisper, his lips just barely parting with the words. “As far as I can, whatever it takes, I’ll do it. So don’t worry about that.” He wiped away a few tears that I hadn’t even realized had escaped, and I swallowed to wash away the dryness in my throat. “And you know Will and Vanessa would say the same thing."

“I’m not your mother or your sister. I’m not another girl who needs something from you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly wants you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly loves you. The hurler. The mechanic. The boy. The protector. The asshole. The lover. The addict.” Sniffling, I added, “All of your versions. All of your shapes and colors. I accept them all. So, I don’t care how fucked up in the head you get, or how bad of

This quote from Aoife:

“I’m not your mother or your sister. I’m not another girl who needs something from you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly wants you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly loves you. The hurler. The mechanic. The boy. The protector. The asshole. The lover. The addict.” Sniffling, I added, “All of your versions. All of your shapes and colors. I accept them all. So, I don’t care how fucked up in the head