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Ophelia elbowed Salem in the side now, bringing Genevieve's attention back to the present.
"Behave," Ophie chastised Salem as he gave Rowin a smug look.
Salem huffed a laugh. "And here I thought you preferred it when I misbehaved, angel."
Ophelia sighed heavily as she flicked her eyes over to Rowin and Grave. "You'll have to excuse him. Devils cannot be taught manners."

"[…] I’d much rather spend a single lifetime in your light. Or, at least, for however long you'll have me. I want you to know, I really would have waited for you, right here, forever if that's what it would have taken. I would have stood in this spot until I could no longer distinguish my own soul from the shadows. Until your light came back to me."

Sinclair?

ROWINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

[…]. But I will never stop searching for a way to get them back for you. I will search for the rest of my eternity if I must, because it belongs to you already. I pledge it to you in my vows.
I understand if you do not feel the same. If you need to move on with your life. Our vows may have said "eternally," but as I told you then, nothing is ever truly eternal.
Except my longing for you. (2)

It is a cruel thing. To be looked on as a stranger by the one who knows you best. It is cruel that I was given a taste of what my eternity could have been filled with—your smile, your pleasure, your humor—only to have it ripped away from me in seconds.
It is cruel that if your memories never come back that it would only be fair to let you go.
The problem is, Genevieve, that I can't.
That I never will. (1)

okay… this is making me like Rowin better than before

She knew how easy it would be for him to take every shortcut at any given opportunity, to will whatever he or her sister wanted into existence with just a single thought. But taking the extra time to do even the simplest of things, especially when they might be unpleasant, was how he loved Ophelia.

Genevieve snorted. "Couldn't you just snap your fingers and
make them disappear? Instead of suffering."
Salem fixed her with an intense look. "I will suffer a million times over if it makes your sister happy. Which means I will eat a million pieces of this Hellish candy." A pause. "Or I'll just burn down the store. I'm still deciding." (2)

"Ophelia likes the red pieces, but they only come mixed with the black ones, from that candy store on Chartres Street. She always gets excited at the fact that we can split a bag, because she eats all the red ones and I eat all the black."
"Except you clearly hate them," Genevieve reasoned.
"Something neither of us will ever tell her," he said pointedly as he popped another one into his mouth. "Understood?" (1)