It’s time for Marina to get her heart broken a little bit.
As a side note, over the past decade and a half, I have written and rewritten the punch line to this post like eighty times.
I didn’t know what I was expecting. It’s like I knew, but I’d been focusing so hard on not Seeing him, that I had to ignore the feeling.
Papa and Annalise, Lisette, she insisted that we call her that, she said it feels strange to have people call her Annalise, got along very well. She’s bright, like Count Caleb said, and smart. She does seem uneasy sometimes, but for the most part, I can see why he believes in her.
And I can see the other thing too.
“I’m looking forward to seeing Dovetail,” she said. “Did you always live there?”
“We lived at Brightcoast until my mother died,” I said. She nodded. “I was three, I don’t remember her much, but we went to Dovetail then.”
“I remember the day you came,” Tristan smiled warmly at me. I blushed. “I was all of five, but you were memorable.”
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