Book 2: Chapter 69

There's a glint in Lavinia's eye as she watches the words absorb into my soul, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

I put my fork down and clear my throat, trying to play it cool, "It kinda does, yeah."

“That’s because there's power in those words. They are yours, Cal. You own them," she puts her chin in her hands and watches me more closely.

"What do you mean, I own them? A person can't own words, Lavini