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To all the readers who like their fictional men a little unhinged. This one’s for you.
“Vuk hates parties. I’m pretty sure he thinks the seventh circle of hell is a black-tie gala with live music.”
But the little girl was wrong. They weren’t gross; they were simply a part of him. Some people had freckles and moles; he had scars.
His presence was like a black hole—powerful, inescapable, and so all-consuming everything else paled in comparison.
“Making someone uncomfortable is not predatory behavior.” Hank scoffed. “This is fashion, and you’re a star, babe. So suck it up and stop whining.” He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want to develop a reputation for being difficult, do you?”
Vuk watched me quietly. If you were my fiancée, I wouldn’t look at another woman. Entertainment or not. Somewhere in my lungs, a bubble of oxygen collapsed.
I was of the firm belief that a home should feel like a home. Books should be read, couches should be sat on, kitchens should be used. A house wasn’t a museum; it was a tapestry of who we were and the lives we’d lived.
“This is what happens when testosterone and alcohol mix.”
“Kada te konačno budem poljubio, nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”
What had Wentworth seen when he looked at me? Someone he could take advantage of because the system was created in his favor. Someone like the other girls, who kept their mouths shut and played nice because they were afraid of rocking the boat. I didn’t blame them for not coming forward. The world wasn’t kind to those who dared speak up. But that didn’t mean it was right.
Because she’s fucking mine.
I was the one who understood what she needed—not comfort, but vengeance. I was the one who would kill and die for her in the same breath. No other man could match that, ring or no ring.
“Joy doesn’t require the absence of grief,” my mother said. “We have the capacity to hold both at the same time. That’s part of the human experience.”
He blinked up at me, his eyes bleary. “Jesus,” he said. “Creep much? I know you missed me, but you don’t have to watch me sleep like you’re Edward fucking Cullen.”
Vuk shook his head. “Cockblocked by a cat. Unbelievable.”
“Grumpy, sweet, smart, loyal…a little stabby at times, but no one’s perfect.”
