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For some reason, I’ve often found my eyes unconsciously flitting to Kane Davenport, and I can’t figure out why.
Vencor. The secret society tied to its and the town’s founding families. Power here is not just earned but manipulated and handed down through generations.
“I know you’re there. I suggest you show yourself while it’s only me. I can’t promise the others will be as understanding.”
“Now, why don’t you tell me the real reason you’re here, Dahlia Thorne?”
“I’m curious if you’ll last and how far you’ll go, my fake fan.” His smile drops as he pats my cheek one final time. “Don’t disappoint me.”
Someone in Vencor was behind my sister’s attack and subsequent coma. I lost my only family because of them, and I won’t rest until they’re six feet under. Hopefully, after they suffer.
“You really should’ve run away while you had the chance. Welcome to hell, Dahlia.”
“If I say your body and soul, would you offer them?”
The Callahans own the largest pharmaceutical company in the country and other massive medical complexes, including the town’s hospital.
Oh yeah Jude and Violet are going to be together
“I’m your winter, Dahlia. No flower can survive winter. Not even wildflowers.”
Is he…licking my tears? What the…? He stands up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Don’t cry. It makes me hard.”
Helena Davenport
Ok so am I reading Alchemised
Do you want to be stalked? Because I’m game.
“I already made it clear, didn’t I? Which part of no one touches my fucking things do you not understand?”
It doesn’t matter that earlier tonight, I had this illogical need to strangle Dahlia because she was flirting with her fucking ex at my game. While wearing my jersey. With my name on her back.
I leave him on Read. Don’t you dare fucking leave me on Read. Read. Dahlia… Read.
I yelp as he throws me over his shoulder and walks out of the club.
I take a step back, my ears ringing. Kane…gave up the takeover of his father’s empire for me?
“Don’t blame me for your chopped-off arm.” He pulls his hands from his pockets and opens them wide. “Do it.” My hand freezes on the cool handle. “Which one?” He stretches out his right hand. “My dominant arm for maximum damage? I’ll give it to you.”
I don’t know what love is and whether or not it’s real, but if it exists, you’re its definition for me.”
Her eyes widen as she stares between my face and the blinding ring that matches her eye color. A perfectly imperfect mismatch of green, brown, and yellow. A rare gemstone that was worth every cent.
