Wild and gentle. Brave and lost. Imperfect and whole.
"Oh, look," she said, our eyes connecting through the window mirror. "It's my wallet."
She spoke in a bitter and sarcastic tone, but there was a drawn and defeated expression about her that compelled me to walk into the room uninvited and sit against the wall.
"You should not have let yourself in," she said to me, her voice without annoyance, and I remembered that Klaus never did really have her privacy to start with. She'd always been dwelling in someone else's space, never spreading out those gorgeous, black-tipped wings of hers.
"That is no greeting for your fiancé," I scolded.".
"I lose, asshole. I don't feel good enough to fight this war of brains." Her eyes rolled back to that place unseen in the heavens. To the liquid blackn
