My Dark Beast: a Sleeping Beauty retelling (Wicked Retellings Book 1)

by Olivia Wildenstein

“You’re not some means to an end. You’re my fucking salvation, Calamity.”

“I could never be friends with someone like you.”

My jaw slackens before zippering shut. “Like me?” Saul’s throwaway people in need comment resurfaces. Is that how Tarian perceives me? “Yes, like you. A woman I’m dying to fuck.”

“She’s everything I’m not, all right? She has everything I don’t. I didn’t want her to have”—you—“my shoes.”

“Once I break free, I will hire a designer whose sole purpose in life will be creating footwear for you. He will never produce more than a single pair, and that pair will only ever grace your feet, and once you’re done with them, we’ll burn them so they can never find their way into someone else’s closet.”

“My brother was in the car with me the night you threw a rose at my windshield. He commented on your tits and I fucking jumped down his throat. I usually never react.”