"I want_" he stopped. "Never mind what I want...." His voice was quieter now.
"What do you want?"
"You. Always you!"
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Part one: She's no angel, he's no saint.
Part two: Half my soul.
Part three: Dark paradise.
Part four: Tattere...
Mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Slowly, why's the morning come so slowly When I got no one to hold me through the dark? Patient, they tell me that love is patient But it never wants to wait on my drunk heart So I'll take all of my, all of my, all of my wasted love And turn it into wine, into wine, into wine in my cup, whoa Dear August, tell me that there's light At the end of all this starless night Dear August, please don't let me fall 'Cause I don't know where this road is headed anymore Fading, now the summer heat is fading I spend every evening praying for the dawn Save me, looking for someone to save me Give me everything you gave me, but you're scorned So I'll take all of my, all of my, all of my wasted love And turn it into wine, into wine, into wine in my cup, woah Dear August, tell me that there's light At the end of all this starless night (oh) Dear August, please don't let me fall 'Cause I don't know where this road is headed anymore, oh Oh, dear August (ooh) Oh-oh-oh-oh, August Oh, no, no, no, dear August (ooh) Oh-oh-oh-oh, August Ah, ah, ah Dear August, tell me that there's light At the end of all this starless night Dear August, please don't let me fall 'Cause I don't know where this road is headed anymore
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Wylan wanted to be brave, but he was surrounded by the bravest people he knew and all of them seemed badly shaken.
"The Grisha_" Nina had attempted.
But Kaz had cut her off quickly. "They're either safe or beyond our help."
They'll knew just how much trouble they were in. Aeolian's movements were tentative, she was bleeding under the wool coat of Kaz's. Kaz had swept his coat across her shoulder, even though it was dusty and stained, Aeolian had worn it gladly. Wylan looped his arm through hers. She gave him a small smile, he smiled back. The night had gone to ruins—but at least Aeolian was alive, even though bleeding.
Pekka Rollins was working with Jan Van Eck. Between them they had to own half the city. They moved in fits and starts, passing along alleys. It was as if Kaz had a secret map to Ketterdam that showed the city's forgotten spaces.
Would Jesper be waiting when they finally got wherever they were going? Or was he lying wounded and bleeding on the floor of the tomb? Wylan shook that ugly though away.
Wylan worked at the chemical factory, after his escape. That's when he met the sharpshooter, Wylan's first thought was that this boy had the most perfectly shaped lips he'd ever seen. His second was that his father had sent someone new to kill him.
