Handsome Devil (Forbidden Love, #3)

by L.J. Shen

“I am dying, aren’t I?” Yes. And I am terrified of letting go. “Why would you say that?” I mustered a weak smile. “Everything hurts,” she garbled. “My body. My soul. I can feel it. I am…” She paused. “I am gone.”

I realized depressingly that a broken egg cannot be unbroken. A bitten apple could never be whole again. Now that I knew what Tate’s touch felt like, I could never erase it from memory, could never resist it.

“I reckon any woman—any mother—of a child who is a person of color needs to come to terms with the fact that she must be a lioness. You have to advocate for them more, always have your finger on the pulse. I think, for a lot of children, evil is an abstract concept. But for children who must know history well, whose grandparents experienced atrocious inequalities, evil is just another facet of human nature. The world can be a very unkind place.”