Melody? Artists know art. She could have seen that painting and decided to hide it so no one else would see into my soul. That was the best-case scena...io. In her current state, if Kate had seen it and felt threatened by it, no one would ever see it again. No. Kate wasn’t malicious. She’d never do anything to intentionally hurt me. It’s beyond her to destroy artwork. But she’d become so competitive—comparing my sales numbers to hers. It’s like she saw everything I did as a standard against which. I was filled with emotionsranging from elation to terror, frustration to glee. I ate my dinnerquietly, and neither Dad nor Mom made a fuss about how I was dressed.Back at home I went to my room to once again look in the mirror so Icould see the girl that haunted my dreams and had always wanted out.From that day on, no mention was made of my desires, but occasionally,as I got older, I would find a new outfit on my bed. By the time Ireached the age of 14 I was adept at getting myself dressed,. He was bleeding from the mouth and one eye was badly damaged, the socket deformed, the black eyeball drooping, but he slowly struggled up to his knees, trying to stand.I screeched angrily, gripping my daggers and preparing to lunge at it, when a great sword descended in my peripheral vision and the general’s head flew a couple of feet, bouncing a little ways down the hill; arterial spray of darkspawn blood arced out and covered me as I looked over to see Cailan standing, chest heaving with. Oh yeah, deep sexy voice, perfect diction, and a loving and highly erotic pet nickname, all definitely high up on my specifications list now, for The Perfect Man.I said I would do “just about” anything Ted wants. I misspoke. Forget the “just about.” Ted would never ask me to do anything that causes me discomfort or pain. So yeah, I would do absolutely anything Ted asks of me. And I know that he would – and does – do anything and everything that I ask of him, too.I have a few nicknames for Ted,.