“Two things, Margot,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “First, Beelzebub? Snapped my fucking neck. He literally killed me, and the only reason I’m here is because Gray brought me back to life.” “Fucking Hell, Willow,” Della said, but I silenced her with a look. This conversation wasn’t about me beyond giving Margot the warning she needed about exactly what kind of man Beelzebub was. “Second, I hope one day you get revenge for what was done to you by that man that makes you feel like Beelzebub not assaulting you is a green flag when it should be the bare minimum. I don’t need to know what it
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