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"Are you worried?" I ask

"I do not worry"

I sink a little more into Black Moon Draw, a little further from my apartment in the city The more I think of him, the fewer barriers I can throw up between us While still barbaric, he's single handedly trying to prevent this world's equivalent of the apocalypse I'd like to think, if given the chance, I could leavea war that hasn't been successfully won in a thousand years

Then again, I won't sub ht require me to step outside ht do I have to judge him?

"You're so much braver than I am," I whisper, stricken by the comparison of our two existences Between us, he deserves to be the real person and me the secondary, cardboard book character thrown into a story so the hero has someone to talk plot points out with No one can stand that kind of character

In le thought cores

"I have never seen a battle-witch weep so readily," he co his stubbly cheek against mine

I touch his jaw and neck tentatively with the fingertips of one hand, awed by the sandpapery roughness, war and steady This reality is like the sunrise, a flare of light in the darkness followed shortly thereafter by the entire world bathed in brilliance

I a a shaky breath, I close my eyes and review my life up until now What the dead warrior queen says clicks, and her words repeat on a loop in iven a chance to ht in every way My life was a waste before Black Moon Draw; it was utterly less, filled with empty dreams and fear of failure covered by a thick layer of insecurity and desperation

But here, in Black Moon Draw, I can help the eous man who ever existed save his world He doesn't wear Christian Grey's suits or have Mr Darcy's gentle only for a heroine he can't resist to complete it

My mind spirals down this track for quite soht holds led is rapidly fleeing