"You put so much joy into a world where it won’t give it back." Eiran sighs. "A waste really."

I swallow and look up at the sky. I inhale and exhale softly before looking back at my fiance. "I don’t give it expecting it back."

"Well you should start. You see," he leans forward. "These people out here," he gestures around the guests at our engagement party, "They’re not just plain rude people. They’re monsters — murderers. They’ll stab you in the back. Put poison in your cup."

"You’re a murderer — a monster," I say before I can stop myself.

His lip twitches upwards. "That’s more like it, Bubbles. And yes, I am. That’s how I know."

(Based off of my War of Fire Manuscript. Should I add it to my draft?)