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The man who just spoke is broad-shouldered and two heads taller than the tallest man in the crowd. His walnut-brown hair is swept back from his forehead. The crowd parts as he strides toward us, his head held high. The whites of his blue eyes aren’t jaundiced like the others’. He is a gift, a wonderful distraction, a respite for my eyes in this shit-colored town.

Fuck off, girl. You were about to raped… 😒

“You don’t belong here.” My jaw goes slack. How can I hear her? “This is a gift,” she says—no, she thinks. “Don’t expect any others from me.”


…what in the fuck? Why can she read minds now?

Well, at least she’s not a teeny tiny delicate FMC (yes, the bar is that low)

"I open my eyes and choose violence."

You must be joking... move along, Mistress of Lies; you deserve an extra star for comparison. I do like that she defends herself, but that line is vile.