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" Finally, after a tense moment, he stepped back and grabbed his beer. “Fine. I was finished with her anyway.” His eyes flickered over my shoulder to Shelly.
I tensed, because if I was reading Duke right, then an insult was on the tip of his tongue, and not a clever one either. One of the obscene variety. And if he said it, then I was going to have to punch him.
What? Why? Why do you have to punch him?
Because.
Not a good reason.
You’d do it for anyone.
No. I’m not sure that isstrictly true.
For Shelly.
You are out of your damn mind. She’s not yours, you’renot hers.
Maybe . . . she could be?
Again, out of your damn mind. "
― Penny Reid , Beard in Mind (Winston Brothers, #4)
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" turn green, and the silver black. Absentmindedly, I said, “Unless they’re polished, their colors will fade.” “Like a person.” “Pardon?” I returned my gaze to her profile. “People need to be polished, to be stroked, touched,” her tone was abstract, “and when they’re not polished, their colors fade. They fade, they change, warp, become something different. "
― Penny Reid , Beard in Mind (Winston Brothers, #4)