My Fault (Culpables, #1)

by Mercedes Ron

Crying was for weaklings, people who can’t control their feelings. I was someone who’d cried so much in the course of my life that I’d decided never to shed another tear.

It was a perfect knot, one that wouldn’t give out easily, and that’s why I’d chosen it. It meant that if things came together right, if you used your head, the result could be indestructible.

“I’d do it all with you, Noah, you know that…but I won’t do anything until the fear disappears from your eyes.”