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“Precious?” he murmured, that one word dripping with fury. Maybe it was my sanity failing with my life, but it didn’t sound as if his ire was directed at me. For once. “Who hurt you?”
“Trying to kill yourself before I get the chance, Precious?”
“Hurt my sister and I’ll rip your fucking arms off and beat you with them.”
She had two sex partners, and I was just over here with dreams and sadness. I knew which one of us was living her best life.
“Hear me now, Paisley Hallistar. There’s always only been one endgame for us. The journey might vary, but the end will never fucking change. Our endgame was written when you were four.”
