Have I cheated death again? Hades must be allergic to me.

I’m… “ I stop, at a loss. Griffin lifts his eyebrows. “Inarticulate at the moment?” Scowling, I thwack him in the chest. “Overwrought?” he supplies, his mouth quirking up. I thwack him again. “Highly emotional?” Thwack. Thwack. “Apparently weak, because none of that hurt at all.

I am caught. You caught me. Not the other way around. From the very first day. And from the very first day, I would have done anything for you—except let you go. I couldn’t. Not when deep down, I knew we were meant to be like this. To love like this.

I thought you of all people would understand.” “Understand what? Being an idiot?” That seems to surprise him enough to add something new to his countenance. A trace of humor softens the stark lines of his face. “No.” A wry smile just barely curves his lips. “Maybe.” “I am an expert idiot,” I say. “I practice all the time.

A crushed spark never ignites,” I tell him. “That’s not how you fan the flame.

There are multiple roads. You alone choose the ones you take. Some lead to the same destination via different pathways. Others lead to similar or dissimilar outcomes, depending on where you turn.

Do you know what I have in my heart? I have hope. And I'll share it with the world.

You’re impatient,” he says. “I like it.

When we first found each other, I was a mess, full of conflict and fear. His steadfastness and unwavering faith in me helped to save me from myself, and from what I could become. Right now, he'd kill mother for me. Or he'd watch me kill her myself. He also understands this choice and how it's a part of me.