Phoebe
"If I'd had a choice I would have never made him feel like that. Surely you know this." she said, almost pleading. They had been close once, friends, student and mentor - Maeve must know that she'd never intentionally hurt someone she loved. Or perhaps it didn't matter to her. Perhaps unfortunate magical encounters didn't develop understanding in her heart or mind.
Phoebe stilled as the Queen suddenly held her gaze. The words she spoke dripped like ice down her spine. She swallowed a lump in her throat, willing herself to remain tall. "He hasn't made that clear to me yet." she said simply, holding back a tremble in her voice. "Forgive me for waiting to hear it from his own lips."
Phoebe stilled as the Queen suddenly held her gaze. The words she spoke dripped like ice down her spine. She swallowed a lump in her throat, willing herself to remain tall. "He hasn't made that clear to me yet." she said simply, holding back a tremble in her voice. "Forgive me for waiting to hear it from his own lips."
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
