The Courting of Bristol Keats (The Courting of Bristol Keats, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

Life wasn’t always about change but sometimes about sameness. And sometimes sameness made you look beneath the surface, look at the bones that held it all together—and the flaws that could be its undoing. Change was a distraction. Sameness demanded reflection.

but lies could rub subtly, like a dull blade against fabric until, eventually, threads began popping.

But the lightness always had an edge, the sun catching it like broken glass.

“Bristol, so good to see you again.” Her confusion deepened. “Mick?”

WHAT THEEEE

“Or what?” she taunted. “What are you going to do? Chase me until your leash runs out?”

Im dead