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Perhaps you may not need powers to be powerful.
Vicious little thing, isn’t she?
because I wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours, darling.” She all but rolls her eyes at me. “That’s funny because I won’t hesitate to mess up your pretty face.” I smirk. “I knew you thought I was pretty.”
“Looks like I messed up your pretty face after all, despite my best efforts.” “Oh, this is nothing.” She laughs breathlessly. “You should see the damage I did to your pretty face.”
“Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.”
We fit together perfectly, pieces of a puzzle snapping into place.
She’s a flame, and I’m going to get burned. An ocean and I’m going to drown.
But in this moment, I don’t want to die—if only so I can hear him say my name one more time.
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“I’m going to ask again. Who did this to you?” My hand is still gripping her chin, her strong jaw, as she holds my gaze and says, “Why do you care?” Then she’s laughing bitterly, the sound vibrating under my fingers. “Because I don’t tolerate my toys being played with.” She is going to hate that.
“Oh, I’m not making you do anything, darling. You can leave me to bleed out if you must. Because I only want your hands all over me if you want them to be.”
I spin her if only to give myself some time to think. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing. Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing. Not until I looked into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing. I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn’t seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is.
We fit together so perfectly, so right. I can hardly think, or breathe, or move when my fingers glide across her skin, her waist, her body.
“But if I get to have you, it will be because you let me.”
Even sober she has my head spinning. I don’t need to be drunk to admit what she’s done to me, how she’s made me feel.
“I’m a fool.” The smile she gives me is equally amused and alluring. “Only when you’re around me?” “Only for you.”
The sight of her in jet black is enough to make me colorblind, make me see nothing and no one but her.
She is a vision, a nightmare, a dream.
Why did I ever think I could have her, ever think she would have me? Because beasts don’t get the beauty.
“I don’t know that I ever lived before laying eyes on the likes of you.”
“Call me anything you like. I’ll never pass up the chance to hear your voice, darling.”
“Pae, when I look at you… I’m devastated. I’m drowning. I’m dying to catch my breath.”
“But I’m never sober around you, Pae. Never not drunk on every detail that is you.”
She’s so beautiful, I can hardly believe it, hardly breathe. Her soul is stunning. Her very being is bright and bold and so unbelievably better than I am. She is a good beyond my grasp, one that I am not worthy of glimpsing, let alone grabbing hold of.

