"Çok güzel, Sloane," dedim.
"Teşekkür ederim," diye yanıtladı sıcacık bir ses tonuyla ama bana dönmedi. Dönseydi kanvasa değil de ona baktığımı görürdü.
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“You can’t change my past. You can’t change who I am.”
“No,” I said with a shrug, my finger trailing down her throat. She wasn’t breathing, and I, too, held my breath at the feel of her soft skin. “But you can. I can only force people to treat you as you want to be treated.”
“Your pride will be your downfall,” I said.
“And your fury will be yours.”
“Then we’ll fall together. Isn’t that the beginning of every tragic love story?”
“We won’t have a love story. Not a tragic one, not a sad one, and definitely not a happy one. You can have my hatred,” Serafina said fiercely.
“I’ll take it,” I murmured. “Hatred is so much stronger than love.”
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