Ravage (Dance With My Demons, #3)

by Steph Macca

Why do these people have to use my own war to save others? Shouldn't we all be saved?

We don't have to become the people who made us.

Besides, if people see you as unapproachable, they leave you alone. They fear you, and with that comes a strange sense of respect.

It's not my proudest moment—I was hurt, trying to figure out why I wasn't enough for her.

if he wants to treat me like a dog, then I'll act like a bitch.

Sometimes the world is unforgiving. It would be nice to believe that karma is a sure thing, but truthfully, bad guys always win.

Any excuse to be higher up than other people. They didn't care who they had to stand on to get there.

it me? Did I do something? I know that in reality I couldn't have, but there's still a small—okay, large—part of me that wants to apologize. I want him to look at me warmly again, to display that side that he's shown lately.

And best of all, I finally forgive myself.