Devourer of Men (Devourer, #1)

by Nikki St. Crowe

Maybe he won’t come at all. Maybe I’ll never see him again. My gut clenches at the thought.

Bb girl!!!!

since he left me.

also bb girl

We are a dichotomy, the Captain and I. He wants to forget who he is and I am afraid I might not remember who I was.

He smells like wild nights and moonlight.

And yet some days I am aware that I am driven mostly by fear. Fear of who I am. Fear of who I’m not. Fear of what happens when I face myself in the mirror. To be bold is to be truthful and I am built of lies.

“You think you’re good at everything.” “Nonsense. I’m very bad at knitting.”

I was hung once. It did not go well for the executioner.

“Wait,” I say across the carriage. “You’re Captain Hook?”

Im.dying.

I was always the rose bush, both soft and sharp.