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41 " Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?""Choosing."Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face."I'm mine. Not anyone else's.""I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her. "
― Melissa Marr , Ink Exchange (Wicked Lovely, #2)
42 " She turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: "I survived. Isn't that what matters? "
43 " Belief is a powerful thing. If you believe you can… "
44 " I'm mine. Not anyone else's. "
45 " to not act is a choice too "
46 " You need to face what you're running from "
47 " Creative vision creates art" - he motioned around the gallery - "that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's beautiful thing.""Or some sort of madness", she said. "
48 " and "good" doesn't mean he's worthy of you , does it ? "
49 " She might not be bound to him, but she was still his Shadow Girl. "
50 " I survived. Isn't that what matters? "
51 " good people deserve help "
52 " Creative vision creates art”—he motioned around the gallery—“that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That’s a beautiful thing. "
53 " Had they not wounded her, she'd be inaccessible to him. Had she not resisted the darkness so successfully, she'd not be strong enough to handle what he was about to do to her. She'd been damaged, but not irreparably. Fragmented and strong, the perfect mix for him. "
54 " Sometimes there's power in the act; sometimes there's strength in words "
55 " Her mind flashed odd images—sharks swimming toward her, cars careening out of control in her path, fangs sinking into her skin, shadowy wings curling around her in a caress. Somewhere in her mind she knew she needed to step away from him, but she didn’t, couldn’t. She’d felt the same way when she’d first seen him: like she’d follow him wherever he wanted. It wasn’t a feeling she liked. Irial "
56 " Being home always made her feel like she was walking on a high wire, waiting for a gust of wind to knock her to the ground. The "