"There was a beat of silence in which I digested what he'd said. He wasn't mean or menacing this time. There was no edge to his voice. "What?" I gasped. "I'm trying really hard not to hurt you, but I'm struggling. You need to take a step back before I do something I'll regret," he explained. "Who said I can leave you alone?" I asked breathlessly, not really deciphering my own words. "You think I haven't tried?" "Try harder, Luna. I know you can, because for about eight years, you did. Three unreciprocated kisses. You sleeping with someone else. You did a pretty darn good job, so just keep doing it, okay?" I remembered what he'd said about my presence feeling like a metal chain. A heavy burden he wanted to shake off. Guess it had always been easy for me to choose Knight, because I didn't have any options. Because Knight always chose me. But his choice came with a bigger sacrifice. He was the one getting me out of trouble, shooing off the bullies, making sure I had someone to sit with at recess. He was the one who constantly gave up the opportunity to actually date the hottest girls. "Moonshine," he pushed through the fog in my head, pulling me back to reality. "Give it a rest. You're poking the bear." "You didn't even say anything about my talking," I sulked, feeling the anger clogging my throat. I didn't know why it was so important to address it right this second. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I always knew you'd talk, and not just to me. To everyone. I watched you crawl out of your shell, and it was slow, but by fucking God, it was beautiful. Have you spoken to anyone else?" He sounded warm, conversational now--the Knight I was used to, who looked at me with admiration and delight."