Silly me, here I was thinking we needed big neon signs that said Here We Are, Shoot Us Please on top of the roof.
Meghan, whispered a voice, heart wrenchingly familiar, drawing me out of the void. I recognized it immediately, just as I realized it was a figment of my desperate imagination, because the real owner of that voice would never be here, talking to me.
You're still beautiful and dangerous and incredible, and I'll keep telling you that for as long as it takes you to believe it. But right now, all I want to do is kiss you, except I'm terrified that if I try you might throw me off this balcony.
He smiled, a real one this time, though his voice remained teasing. So, what do you think I am? Naive, I thought at once. Naive, brave, selfless, incredible and much too kind to survive this world. It'll break you in the end, if you keep going like this. Good things never last.
If Puck was dead, my world would become as cold and lifeless as the darkest night in the Winter Court. And if I had let Ariella die a second time, it would've been better if the Wolf had left me to drown, because the pain would do more than crush me this time—it would kill me.
I am yours to command, my queen, he whispered, making my heart clench in complete, helpless love. I will obey, even if you order me to cut out my own heart. Even if you order me to the hell that is the Winter Court Elysium.