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- Take this as a warning. If you are not able or willing to control yourself, it will not only be you who suffers the consequences, but those around you as well.
- "Do not mistake death and decay for evil. Both are the legacy of all of us, the good and the bad alike. I was not a perfect woman in life, but I was not evil either, and I am no different now.
- I hold my breath, my mind forming scenario after scenario of what it could possibly be that he wants to tell me, and then dismissing them all just as quickly. He's pulling out of his partnership with Father. He's moving. He's engaged. Or just maybe - and I know this one is ridiculous - he's going to declare his feelings for me.
- IT HAS TO BE THE LAST OPTION
- "Perhaps now isn't the the right time." Something in his tone snaps me back to attention, and for the first time since we stopped I realize that he hasn't taken his eyes off me. "You can ask me now. You can ask me anything. What is it?" I say breathlessly. He looks around the country road as if to make sure we are truly alone, his gaze flitting from the golden treetops to the darkening clouds above. Then, so quickly and so gently that I hardly have time to register what's happening, he takes my chin in his hand and tilts my face up, pressing his lips to mine. His body moves close to me and everything in me comes alive. I want to press myself against his chest, wrap my arms around him and feel the steady beat of his heart like I felt that night at the pond. My body explodes with warmth, an exhilarating sensation starting where his lips meet mine, running like a fuse down my spine and blossoming between my legs. My knees are weak, but he's there, holding me upright to him like his life depended on it. It's a long, slow kiss, expertly administered. When we pull away, I can barely breathe. Drowsily, I open my eyes. He's flushed and sparkling.
- AAAAASAAHHHH
- But there might be a thousand spirits glaring at me from the woods today, following my every movement, and I wouldn't care. It doesn't matter that my clothes are soaked through or that my toes and cold and gritty with mud. A flood could rise up from the river and sweep me away, and in this moment I would still be the most content I've ever been in my entire life.
- He leans his elbows on the table, settling in like he's about to grace us all with gospel.
- For what man in his right mind would want a witch for a wife?
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