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“…at the bottom of her heart there lay some grief which had not yet been spoken…” Thomas Peckett Prest Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
It can’t happen now, and I don’t know when, but as soon as I’m strong and powerful enough, I will get revenge for the girl. Everyone will pay.
Abusers shouldn’t get to stay the same while survivors are forced to change forever.
Butler. Maids. Gardener. Driver. Capo. Priest. Judge. Godmother. Godfather… …the boy.
There’s beauty in finally becoming the person you’re meant to be…even if that person is a killer.
I fell into a man’s arms, dropped my sketchbook, and risked bodily harm, but apparently none of that matters to my subconscious because at least I saved my dessert.
Tallie is a viper waiting to strike, and fuck, do I want to be bitten.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine. And no one touches what’s mine.”
“Sev, your ankle. I’m too heavy—” “I want to carry my woman, Tallie. Don’t worry about my pain. I’m only concerned with making yours go away.”

