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" Why lily?”
“It’s the most sacred and beautiful of all flowers in Egypt. They bloom in mud and shine in the darkness like a gift from the gods to remind you that no matter how bad something is, it will get better. That no matter how dark the night, the light will come for you. If you partake of them, they have the power to calm and soothe you, and to heal your wounds.” When he spoke his next words, they were laced with emotion and sincerity. “You are, and will always be, my sšn. "
― Sherrilyn Kenyon , The Guardian (Dark-Hunter, #20; Dream-Hunter, #5; Were-Hunter, #6; Hellchaser, #3)
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" Lydia arched a chiding brow at him. “My father didn’t tell me anything and I’m still angry at him for that. But I remembered you. Even though I didn’t understand it, I felt you with me constantly. And if that wasn’t enough…” She took his hand and placed it on her stomach so he could feel the slight swelling there. “You left me with a very special gift.”
The news slammed into him harder than one of Noir’s blows. She was pregnant?
With his child.
Unimaginable joy ripped through him as he felt the slightest fluttering of his son or daughter moving inside her.
But that only solidified his resolve. “You won’t be safe if I leave.”
She cupped his now healed face in her hands. “No one ever is, Seth. No matter how hard we try. No matter how much we plan and prepare. There will always be an enemy at the door and a storm trying to knock us down. Life’s not about security. It’s about picking up the pieces after it’s all over and carrying on. We can choose to be cowards who fear letting someone inside us, and do that alone. Or we can choose to be brave and let someone stand by our side and help us. I’m not a coward. I never have been. And there is nowhere else I plan to be, except beside you. Forever. Be it on earth, or here in this hellhole if that’s what it takes. I will always be with you.”
In that moment, he realized he didn’t need his swallow to fly him away from pain.
All he needed was her.
And she was right. It took much more courage to lay his heart open to someone else than it did to keep it guarded. To let someone else in to that place deep inside where only they could do you harm.
Only Lydia could destroy him.
And yet only she gave him life … at least one worth living. "
― Sherrilyn Kenyon , The Guardian (Dark-Hunter, #20; Dream-Hunter, #5; Were-Hunter, #6; Hellchaser, #3)
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" Your eyes drooled. I saw them.”
He was totally perplexed by this argument. Was he not allowed to speak to anyone? “I’m wearing dark sunglasses. How can you see my eyes?”
“She’s jealous, Seth.”
He looked at Maahes for an explanation. “Why?”
Lydia broke off into her hand gestures.
“Are you yelling at me, now?”
Maahes laughed. “Oh yeah, kid. She’s calling you a lot of names.”
That surprised him. “You understand her?”
Maahes gestured back at Lydia in the same language.
For some reason, it angered and hurt him that they’d cut him out of the conversation. “Are you mocking me?”
Lydia flicked her nails at him, then turned and stormed off.
Seth had no idea what he should do. He didn’t understand human emotions or relations. Not really. It’d been too long since he had any.
Maahes let out a heavy sigh. “You hurt her feelings, boy. You need to go apologize.”
“How did I hurt them?”
“Think about it, Seth. She risked her life to bring you here, to save you from hell, and what do you do the first minute she leaves you alone? You let another woman flirt with you. "
― Sherrilyn Kenyon , The Guardian (Dark-Hunter, #20; Dream-Hunter, #5; Were-Hunter, #6; Hellchaser, #3)