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" I assume you think you’re winning,” she remarked, beginning an uncannily perfect waltz once he set his hands upon her waist, though he would have expected no less. Somewhere music was playing. He assumed that had been her work.
“You tell me,” he said. “You’re the one who can supposedly read my thoughts.”
“You spend most of your existence in the singular belief that you’re winning,” she said. “To be honest, Callum, there’s nothing so very interesting to read.”
“Oh?”
“There’s not much going on in there.” Parisa assured him, her neck beautifully elongated as she carried out the waltz’s steps. “No particular ambition. No sense of inadequacy.”
“Should I feel inadequate?”
“Most people do.”
“Perhaps I’m not most people. Isn’t that the point?”
“Isn’t it just,” Parisa murmured, glancing up at him.
“You’re so very guarded with me,” Callum told her disapprovingly. “It’s really starting to hurt my feelings.”
“I wasn’t aware you had any feelings to hurt. "
― Olivie Blake , The Atlas Six (The Atlas, #1)
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" What are you deciding?”
“Well, I’ve just not entirely made up my mind about something I’ve got to do,” said the man. “Actually no, it’s worse. I think I’ve decided what I’m going to do, and I just hope it’s the right thing. But it isn’t, or maybe it is. But I suppose it doesn’t matter,” he sighed, “because I’ve already started, and looking back won’t help. "
― Olivie Blake , The Atlas Six (The Atlas, #1)