“I wanted it-like iron.”
“Sure, I want to look like I’m worth the effort. Washed but not ironed. Clean but not polished. Confident but humble.”
“I want to be healed and whole and perfect again, like a misshapen slab of iron that comes out of the fire glowing, glittering, razor-sharp.”
“Kiddo, I’d let you brand me with a hot iron if you wanted to.”“Still a sucker for punishment?”He grinned. “Something like that.”
“Some days I feel like playing it smooth. Some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.”
“What is it with all these Iron Kings wanting to marry me?”