The Poisoner (The Poisoner #1)

by I.V. Ophelia

They say time is a thief, but I say time, he is an escapologist. No matter how hard you tried to hold on to it, no matter how hard you tried to tether yourself, it would always slip right through your fingers.

“I want to taste every venomous word performed by your lips until you have to invent new ones just for me.”

“Why do we do this, Silas?” “Why do we do anything?”

“I love your eyes, even when they’re red from tears.” He placed his hand on the side of my face. “I have never seen someone look at something as wretched as me only to be left in awe,” he whispered as he rested his forehead against mine. “For that reason, your eyes will always be precious to me, in any form. I want nothing more than to climb inside your skull and see the world as you do.”