Feel better? Yes, and I smiled at her, though I felt a little embarrassed. He'd never pushed an advantage, never gone over a line that I drew, not by word or deed; now suddenly, he was ignoring all my signals, all my silent walls. I got to the end of his braid and spilled it into my hands. I was hoping to give my eyes time to adjust to the light, before whoever it was noticed the door moving.
I tried to embrace my beast, Anita. I shut that particular metaphysical door tight, locked it, and bound it with silver chains. If you do not think yourself beautiful, then you are using a different mirror from the one in front of my eyes. She blinked up at the voice and the sound of all three of her names.
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