Jesus. She just couldn’t help herself. She was even trying to save me. "What happens when you stop rescuing the people around you?" I asked, watching the way her frown deepened, tugging at the corners of her lips. She hesitated. "I don’t know what you mean." “You care too much. Have you ever been selfish, or is that word foreign to you?" I tilted my head, studying her. "You’re such a fucking good girl—practically a caricature."
