The Forsaken
“And I won’t pretend I’m not still sorting through everything I thought I knew. I just… I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me,” he says gently. “You’re being honest. That’s more than I expected, and more than I deserve.”
“You deserve a lot,” I tell him. “Because you are who you are, Atlas. The next Alpha in line, someone who was born to have the world bent to his will, because you are a good person. You deserve more than I can give you right now. But I’m trying.” He nods, his fingers brushing mine where our hands rest between us, not quite holding, but close. It feels like the start of something, not the end.
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