Magnus, I Wish I Had The Nerve

There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting In A Blind Rage Until Your Words Ran Out. Of Course, The Aftermath Was Less Pleasant. Once You'd Told Everyone You Hated Them And Not To Come After You, Where Exactly Did You Go?

He Took Something Out Of His Jacket And Handed It To Her. It Was A Long Thin Dagger In A Leather Sheath. The Hilt Of The Dagger Was Set With A Single Red Stone Carved In The Shape Of A Rose. She Shook Her Head. "i Wouldn't Even Know How To Use That--" He Pressed It Into Her Hand, Curling Her Fingers Around It. "you'd Learn." He Dropped His Voice. "it's In Your Blood." She Drew Her Hand Back Slowly. "all Right." "i Could Give You A Thigh Sheath To Put That In," Isabelle Offered. "i've Got Tons." "certainly Not," Said Simon.

How Can You Tell? That I Like Books, I Mean. The Look On Your Face When You Walked In, Somehow I Doubted You Were That Impressed By Me.

How Can You Not Care?" "practice," Magnus Said, Looking Back To His Book And Turning The Page.

And The Answer Is Yes. I Have Loved You. I Always Have, And I Always Will.