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“I meet lots of people. Every knows me...everyone knows my family,” Lorenzo growled,
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Dante was more powerful than me so claiming him for my
“I haven’t stopped looking at you from the moment you walked into our dorm. I’ve seen your pain, your sorrow, your light and your fire. And it isn’t enough. You captivate me.”
“To everyone else you’re like this perfect little doll, but I can see how fractured and torn apart you are inside,” he breathed. “I can see the cracks in the perfection. I can see the poison that’s tainting your essence. And every break, every scar and burn and fissure in your soul only makes it more beautiful. Only makes you more perfect to me. This pain is strength. This agony is beauty.”
then they might wanna deal their decks sharpish. Because an angel of vengeance was coming for them. And I wouldn’t rest until I was bathing in the blood of the guilty.
But the earth would still turn whether the moon was watching or not. Maybe she likes the company though.”
I stopped in her personal space, inhaling her. Cherries. Did she know the pits contained cyanide? Everyone savoured the sweet exterior, ignoring the deadly concoction at its heart. The piece that got cut out and thrown away.
