Say it,β I gritted out. βThe High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.
And I realized how badly I'd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.
"Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy."
You do not yield.
"I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up."
