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“Death is nothing to fear, sweet girl. Nature remakes everything she creates. We’re not finished when we die, we’re simply transformed into something better.”
“He doesn’t take Visa. Just put everything in the casket, honey, and we’ll deal with your mental trauma later.”
It’s the Blackthorn way and has been for as long as anyone can remember: men are only tools, and love is only for fools.
His eyes are the color of pale arctic ice. They’re ringed in a thicket of dark lashes. His hair is thick and inky black, waving down from a widow’s peak nearly to his shoulders. His jaw is strong, his lips are full, his burning gaze promises both hell and redemption.
“Oh, those eyes. Those lovely, spellcasting eyes. How they’ve haunted me. If only you knew the power they’ve always held over me. Maybe then you wouldn’t be so cruel, little witch.”
Yes, most men can make a woman orgasm if they put their minds to it. But almost never can a man make a woman feel as if she’s seen the true face of god.
His pause is long enough to be uncomfortable. Then, his voice low and his gaze intense, he says, “Does our daughter know who her real father is?”
the day I told him I was pregnant, and his face curdled like bad milk. There’s no pain on earth like that. It’s horror, shame, humiliation, rejection, anguish, disillusionment, and abandonment, all in one. When she’s made to feel worthless by the man who holds her heart, a woman either crumbles and never recovers or grows a callus over the pain to survive. In my case, I grew an entire suit of armor.
been there…
He’s always been the snake with the apple, and I’ve always been Eve.
“If I’d known where you were, baby, all the demons in hell couldn’t have kept me away.”
