Offered to the Triplet Alphas
“I don’t even know what I am.”
“You’re everything,” he said, his voice low, steady, but unwavering. “I’ve never known love, but I know you and if love doesn’t feel the way you do… I don’t want to know it at all. If you’re not love, then nothing is.”
His words pierced through me like an accusation and a plea all at once.
“What do you even know about me?” I snapped, my heart pounding, daring him to answer.
“Everything,” he replied without hesitation. “I know you better than you know yourself.”