Dark Heir

The past cries out, but the present cannot hear

Unnervingly, as she watched, the cut began to mend, and the bruise that had begun to spread receded. It would soon be as if she’d never hit him: violence without evidence. It made her want to hit him again, made her want him to show some consequence for what he had done. She curled her hand into a fist instead.

You don’t have to play at power when you have it.

He looked like an expensive possession, and he talked like one too. But he’d played at being a possession for Simon, while working against him the whole time. And for all the insouciant lounging, the invitation only extended so far: look but don’t touch.