“I tugged on the hem of his shirt, and he rose onto his elbows, helping me remove his jacket, then the shirt beneath. A bruise marred his ribs, an angry splotch— “It’s fine,” he said before I could speak. “A… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“I was who I was: the same woman who pulsed beneath the bruise of her old life, only now I was somewhere else.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
