Page 246 of Bitten & Burned
And, compared to a year before, of course, it was worse in the mobility and pain management department, but I had expanded in other areas.
I’d fixed my relationship with my father. I’d added more to my love life until it was full to bursting.
And I was… dare I say it? Happy.
“If lifting her and holding her in the air is cheating, then so is… whateverthatposition is, Quil…” Cassian mused.
“He’s just showing off because he’s lithe and flexible. He can’t compare with my pure strength,” boasted Dmitri.
“Gods, I don’t even know how to compete with any of you,” Vael said softly. “If only there were some way….” He glanced over at me and winked.
“That’s well and truly cheating,” Anton protested. “He can just talk her there with his voice. None of the rest of us can do that.”
I was happy. Not happy despite anything. Just…happy.
And of course, there would be days that felt worse than others. But there would also be better days.
My compass had shifted. True north was different. But it just meant I had to make changes to my navigation plans.
I took a deep breath, breathing in the sweet and buttery air amid the thoroughly raucous debate that had devolved into which one of them ravishes me the best, and I knew that I would never let this go.
This was my life now. The good days. The bad ones. The ravishing.
Not the life I had before, not the one I’d dreamed of—but the one I had fought to live. The one that I wanted to keep. And as I looked into each of their faces, laughing now instead of arguing, I knew this was the one that wanted tokeep me.
