" I nod. “They’re about that night. Do you remember now?” “No. I remember it was awful, but I don’t remember it. I do remember you, though,” he says, caressing my face with the back of his hand, “my princess.” I smile through my tears, “your princess?” “Yeah,” he sighs. “I always thought you were a princess, but I never wanted to tell you that. I wanted you to act like a G.I. Joe with me. "

― Claire Contreras , There is No Light in Darkness (Darkness, #1)