Extraits

Remo and I turned around, and then we did what we did best. It took another hour to break down the attack. The last two attackers raised their guns to their heads to end their own lives before we could get our hands on them. I shot one of them in the hand before he could pull the trigger, then I was on him. “You’ll regret the day you decided to enter our borders.” He spat onto my naked feet.

“Fuck off.”

Remo chuckled, then coughed and spit blood on the ground. “That’s how your spit is going to look soon too,” he murmured.

Me on my knees ? That was something I'd sworn I'd never do.

"What happened ? "

"They left. Because they did, my father wanted me dead. And the boy he wanted dead, he died."

“Mais l’amour n’est pas un choix. C’est une torture. Quelque chose qui arrive et qu’on ne peut pas arrêter. C’est la seule forme de torture que je suis incapable d’endurer.”

« 𝐋𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐮𝐫. 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐥’𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭. »

Ma mère m’a toujours dit que j’aimais, régler les problèmes, que j’avais besoin de quelque chose de cassé pour voir si je pouvais le réparer- des animaux blessés, des personnes malades, des voitures en panne. Elle.

Elle disait qu’un jour ça me poserait des ennuis. Parce qu’on ne peut pas réparer les gens, et un jour, je trouverai quelqu’un de briser, et il me brisera avant que je puisse le réparer.

“We all have to die. We can choose to die standing up or on our knees begging for mercy. Remo’s laughing death in the face like any self-respecting man should.”

That boy had wanted to please his father so he deigned him worthy enough to inherit his rank. I had learned to fight for it.

I’ll bleed and I’ll die for you.

It wasn’t a promise, not a sappy declaration of my feelings. It was a prediction.

I almost called out to her, but what could I have said? I’m sorry. The idea of you leaving me is the worst torture I can imagine. Be the woman Aria gave me that bracelet for. Stay, even if I’m not worth it.