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“You never have to doubt this, worry about this.” He motioned between them. “We will have fights, and I guarantee this won’t be our last, but we’ll always find our way back to each other. To this, Nes. Because I love you, and you love me, and even if we weren’t mates, that would be true. Always—forever.”

“I think I stupidly believed that being mates meant everything was going to be perfect and happy forever.”
“Too many romance books.”

Finally they are Talking!!

“He hadn’t been there today. When the pain in her arm and nose had sunk in. When she’d been reeling from Bryaxis. Even during Bryaxis’s attack, he hadn’t been there, and she hadn’t been there for him.
To her mortification, her eyes burned with tears.”


*she Finally let it all out!

“A year ago, she might have told him that she wanted neither and left—denying them both. Assuring herself that she was punishing him and had the high ground and that she’d won this particular fight.
But she didn’t want to win fights against him. Didn’t want to have fights with him—not like this. Teasing and minor ones, fine, but this . . .”

“Then he asked, “Are you . . . are you doing all right? After what happened today?”
“Nothing happened.I tried to kill Bryaxis, I failed, the end.”
“No one expected you to kill her—”
“I expected myself to kill her.”
“It’s not a burden you need to bear.”
“So this failure is fine with you, but the success of saving Bryce Quinlan’s world isn’t?”

“The more you have in life, the more people you love, the worse your fears become.”
She couldn’t stand to see in his eyes the answer to the question she wanted to ask: Am I still on that list of people?”

“He hadn’t even been there this afternoon when Madja had healed her—the shattered arm, the broken nose. Not a trace of the injuries now remained. As if the horrors of Bryaxis had never happened.
But Cassian seemed to be at least attempting to talk normally. “


*i can’t believe Nessian deteriorated to this stage!

“This is beneath you, Rhys shot into his mind. You really need to make this male look bad in front of his mate in order to feel better about yourself?”

“Cassian poured himself another cup of wine, his back and wings stiff. Like Nesta’s pain wasn’t his problem, like it didn’t matter one bit. Had they even spoken to each other since the attack?”