"All men are so predictable. Even the ones who can swap one world for another. In the end, they just want the same thing... Women that can satisfy them."
The word snapped, sharp as a whip.
"Even you must realize this, my dear daughter. You have nothing a real woman cannot take."
Neve's voice was a splinter, so tiny it almost vanished. "But Luck—he said—"
"He said what he needed to get you, darling," Alicia straightened to regard her stepdaughter with the benevolent scorn reserved for a bug.
"That's what they do. They say all the sweet things you want to hear—until someone comes along and shows them real fun."
The wind had gone out of Neve entirely. She shrank, arms wrapped around her knees.
Luck's fury reached it's peak, clawing through his chest. He bucked hard, and his voice finally knifed through.
"Neve, it's not true—she's lying!."
It was the truth. That's why he was willing to risk his life.
