Page 226 of Smoke and Fire
The world was atourfeet.
While Dahlia and Inessa made themselves comfortable on Inessa's bed so Dahlia could read her more from Rodrigo and Amalia, I sank lower in the chair. Had life ever been happier than this?
No.
Dahlia had finally helped me see that things were better when I didn’t bear it all myself. Thankfully, she had a soft spot for idiots that took too long to learn the right lesson and lips that tasted like fire.
I turned back to my computer, dismissed my emails, and pulled up a blank white page. Jagged words started to churn in my head again, ready to smooth out on the paper.
Months and months lay between me and my last writing session, but I’d bridge those easily enough now that I felt the power building in my mind again.
My fingers started to type.
Ah, oblivion.
