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“Do I want to pull his spine from his skin and play it like a fucking piano? Put on a private concert for him just to entertain him in his final breaths? Yes.” “Oh.” Her body went numb with shock. “Okay.”
“The next person to see you naked dies. The next person to touch you dies. I’m not being dramatic. I’m not trying to scare you. I’m telling you the truth as I know it. It’s not that I can’t hold them back. It’s that I won’t. You’re not Ironside’s toy. You’re not Ironside’s commodity. You’re not their product, their prostitute, or their puppet. You’re a world-class talent. One of the best dancers I’ve ever seen. You’re an accomplished person who deserves a place in this world, and the next unlucky fucker to treat you like less than that is going to die. Is that understood?”
Gabriel: I want a box more than anything on this earth. Isobel: More than me? Gabriel: 1. You. 2. A box. 3. Yulia Novikov’s teeth on a necklace. Gabriel: All my wants in order. Kilian: You would really wear her teeth? That’s so unhygienic. Gabriel: The necklace is for Oscar. I just want to look at it. Oscar: Aw.

