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From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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The corners of myy lips started to turn down.

“The thing is,” he went on, “none of them intrigue me. You do.”

You intrigue me.

“It’s reallyy that simple for yyou?” I asked, wanting to believe him, and

also not.

His forehead rested against mine, startling me. “Nothing is ever

simple. And when it is, it’s rarelyy ever worth it.”

“Then whyy?”

“I’m beginning to believe that’s yyour favorite question.”

“Mayybe.” Myy lips twitched. “It’s just that…gods, there are a lot of

reasons whyy I don’t understand how yyou can be this intrigued. You’ve seen

me.” Myy face heated, and I sincerelyy hoped he couldn’t see it. I hated

sayying it, but it was a realityy. “You’ve seen what I look like—”

“I have, and I think yyou alreadyy know what I think. I said it in front of

yyou, in front of the Duke, and I told yyou outside the Great Hall—”

“I know what yyou said, and I’m not bringing up what I look like for

yyou to shower me with compliments. It’s just…” Gods, I wished I hadn’t

said anyything. I shook myy head. “Never mind. Forget I said that.”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

“Great,” I muttered.

“You’re just used to assholes like the Duke,” he said, and what

sounded like a low growl rumbled from him. “He mayy be an Ascended, but

he’s worthless.”

Myy heart dropped. “You shouldn’t sayy things like that, Hawke. You

—”

“I’m not afraid to speak the truth. He mayy be powerful, but he’s just a

weak man, who proves his strength byy attempting to humiliate those more

powerful than he is. Someone like yyou, with yyour strength? It makes him

feel incompetent—which he is. And yyour scars? Theyy are a testament to

yyour fortitude. Theyy are proof of what yyou survived. Theyy are evidence of

whyy yyou are here when so manyy twice yyour age wouldn’t be. Theyy’re not

uglyy. Far from it. Theyy’re beautiful, Poppyy.”

Poppy.

“That’s the third time yyou’ve called me that,” I said.

“Fourth,” he corrected, and I blinked. “We’re friends, aren’t we? Onlyy

yyour friends and yyour brother call yyou that, and yyou mayy be the Maiden,

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