Wingless and Beautiful
As soon as I saw Tania sitting next to him, I turned away, touching my scarred cheek to remind myself that I had been through worse in my life and I got through all of it just fine.
‘Hunter-and-Tania-kissing-under-a-tree’ was not even a fifth of the hell my stepfather put me through when I was younger. I’m older now. Stronger. Wiser.
“What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger,” I whispered.
“What doesn’t kill you makes you want to kill it in return,” Chaise suggested, overhearing me. I raised a brow at him. “Sorry, I’m more of a ‘do-unto-others-what-they- do-unto-you’ kind of guy.”