Working for Mab now, are you, Wolfman?" he smirked. "Like a good little attack dog? Will you also roll over and beg if she asks?
I sat up and wiped my eyes, cursing the damned faeries and their eternal war. It seemed there was never enough time. Time to dance, or talk, or laugh, or even mourn the passing of a friend. Slipping off my corsage, I laid it on Ironhorse’s cold metal shou
His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. “You’re playing with fire, you know that?”“That’s weird, considering you’re an ice prin—” I didn’t get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes it's the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.
Strength isn't measured by how much you can handle before you break. It's about how much you can endure after you've been broken.