When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.

I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.
And I was not a mouse.
I was a wolf.

No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.

But I forgot to tell him,” I said quietly, opening the door, “that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.”
“Oh?”
I shrugged. “He was the one who let me out.”.

To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.