The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers #2)

by Celeste Briars

“Let go, Faye. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

He’s synonymous with comfort. A lighthouse guiding me to shore in the bowels of a violent storm.

That’s a pair of underwear. And not just any pair of underwear, but Faye’s hot-pink thong.

YOU DUMB HOE LMFAOOOAOOAOOAOOOOA

“What the fuck?”

WATWAJTWAIT HAYES PLESSSSS PL HES OH MYD

“How else am I supposed to tell my brother that I was raped?!”

OH MY FUCKING GOD

“Oh, God. That was—you—her—in the…”

OH MY GOKD LMDAOO

hug my brother for the first time this entire summer,

Wait..she didnt hug hikm the wholw summer..

“It’s you and me, Princess. Until the end of time.”