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CHAPTER SIXTY/ONE
THALIA'S POV. "I'm waiting, Thalia. And I hate to be kept waiting. Tell me." Tristan had pushed again, and I swallowed heavily before looking up at him with a glare as I spoke. "Yeah, well, maybe it just has a lot to do with the fact that I finally had enough of people thinking they can walk all over me whenever they want, Tristan! Everyone I come across thinks they can do whatever they want with me because I'm just too weak, and that's not okay. From now on, I refuse to be anyone's slave. I'm done trying to please everyone. Now I live only for myself." I had said all this to his face while staring him directly in the eye, wanting to make sure I got my point across. Tristan had regarded me silently for a moment before giving me a single nod. "Good. The world we live in is for the stron
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