“You do not get to be alone with that, Eris; you do not get to save people without them doing the same for you.′ Her gaze burns into mine; I try to look away, and her hand close against my jaw, forcing me still under the soft weight of her fingertips, and then she whispers, with a quiet, jagged kind of ache, ‘You do not get to love someone and think they won’t feel it.”
