You don't cry when someone pushes you down. You get up. You get up and you fight back. And pretty soon nobody's going to shove you anymore because they'll see it's not worth it.
Hatred is like fire. It burns the one who harnesses it. It's also extremely hard to see more helpful truths through its flames.
Magnus had come to a horrible realization. One that he knew would cause him nothing but pain and suffering from that day forward. But there was no changing the truth of it. He had fallen in love with her.
Her cerulean eyes widened. "You dream about me?" His gaze snapped back to hers. "Nightmares only
