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Did I say that right? Convincing enough? I don’t know how to cooperate. I’ve never done it before.
We’re all victims one way or another, right? But not me. There’s no one else to blame. I got this way all on my own. I’m the fucking monster in this story.
This girl is grade A fucked. No two ways about it. We should all be steering clear for our own protection. But hell, I like a challenge.
An exchange of mutual darkness.
She looks like a beautiful fucking disaster, one that I can’t wait to see unfold.
She’s already damaged. I’d ruin her.
“Nobody is all good, Brooke. We’re all somewhere on the spectrum of morality, dabbling in shades of grey. There’s no such thing as good and bad. Not really.”
Everything about this is wrong. Unhealthy. Toxic. Messed up. But at the same time, oh so right.
All it took was one hit of her toxic poison to enthral me. One tiny taste and I’m on my knees, just where she left me, broken and begging for another chance.
My head falls as I shove my emotions down, picturing the little box in my mind that all my monsters and demons barely fit into. It’s bursting at the seams. One day, it’ll erupt spectacularly.
I’m the prey, and she’s here to devour me whole.
He’s got me covered. Why does that feel so damn good? How do I turn this feeling off?
I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. We’re all caught in her orbit. Every damn one of us.
“You fucking bit me.” Hudson frowns. “You fucking kissed me,” I counter furiously.
“One night. That’s all you’re getting,” I grumble. “I’ll take it.”
I’ll save this stubborn bitch even if it’s the last thing I do.
We’re a fucking family, and families share.
“I’m an adult, I know how to fucking behave.” “Do you? That’s news to me.”
“Open your eyes. Nothing about our lives is normal or reasonable. I’m simply proposing an alternative route forward.”
She may be a monster, but she’s my fucking monster. I decide whether she’s guilty or not.
The guys are all fucking enraptured, just like me. Inexplicably drawn to the beautiful, chaotic disaster that is Brooklyn West and her crazy goddamn head.
Pain is supposed to scare you. It’s a survival instinct that’s screaming at you to run for your life and never look back. But it has the opposite effect on me.
We may have saved her life, but convincing her to live is an entirely different challenge.
She’s a vicious hurricane intent on our mutual destruction, but despite all the heartache and pain, I’d still do anything to put the life back in her soul.
“I still hate you,” I whisper hoarsely. “And I still hate myself. We’re even.”
I can’t forgive him. I still love him. I still hate him. But fuck, the son of a bitch is right. I can’t live without him.
"We should stop before someone gets hurt.” Hudson huffs. “You already got fucking hurt.”
This toxic exchange of rage and despair is necessary for our survival. It’s how we communicate, beyond stupid words and excuses.
I’m glad she’s hurting. Hell, I want to be the one to hurt her. Break her down and make her feel the pain I fucking feel.
After coming so close to death, everything feels… more. I see the world like I’ve never seen it before. It’s fucking terrifying, but also strangely exhilarating.
“You’re looking for something that isn’t there. I’m not a good man.” “You think I don’t fucking know that?” “I think you forget it, far too often.”
“Just act normal,” Kade advises. “Not sure I know how to do that.” He snorts. “Figure it out. Copy everyone else.” “Everyone here is insane. You’re not helping.”
Madness is contagious, Miss West.”
She needs a lifeboat and I need an anchor.
I’m the sick boy she fell in love with. She’s the sick girl I’m obsessed with. Perhaps, we’re each other’s antidotes.
My pain… is their protection. That’s a price I’m willing to pay.
“Sometimes the world we pretend exists is better than real life.”
“It’s the most intimate form of hell to be alone with your guilt.”
Who else falls in love with four damaged misfits with more baggage than a goddamn airport? Broken people always band together, hoping to find the missing pieces of themselves in someone else.
I’m her protector. Phoenix, her reason to smile. Kade is her certainty. And Eli… her equal in the dark.
“You’ve always done your best. We don’t blame the prey for falling victim to the jaws of a predator.”
“You’re a damn psychopath, Hud.” “Says the girl carving eyes out.”
“Do you remember his name?” “No. Just the sound of his screaming.”
I’ll tear strips off myself without blinking an eye if they need something to hold on to, even if the girl they’re in love with is long dead.
There’s no space between us. I can almost feel the razor-sharp edges of her soul slicing my skin like barbed wire. We’re magnetised together, an asteroid on a collision course, set on destruction.
“I’ll kill them all, princess, and bring you their heads on fucking stakes.”
“You missed this, admit it.” “I missed you. Not your temper.”
“There is no competition,” he hisses. “I love your infuriating, crazy ass. I’ll kill you myself before letting anyone steal your attention from our family.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I choke out. “As we’ve established, a lot. Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you.”
He’s right; I grew up in pain and sickness, and now it gets me wetter than a fucking nun with her crucifix. The sadistic son of a bitch knows me too well.
