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Sadness is like stones that stack inside you, making it harder to move. Ignorance is my self-preservation tonic, and I’ll swear by it until I die.
“I see you, Raeve . . .� My breath hitches, the scale still indenting Kaan’s throat. “I don’t . . . I don’t know what—� “You,� he growls, tightening his hand around the side of my face with a tender jerk, eyes lit with a soul-crushing blaze. “I fucking see you.�
“Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.�
