Jean Moreau? I’ve heard a lot about you.” “Hasn’t everyone?” Jean asked without thinking. It wasn’t at all funny, but it started an awful, hiccupping laugh out of him. He wanted to peel his face off. He wanted to dig this acidic heat out of his chest before it melted his bones away. He held onto the edge of the chair between his knees and squeezed until his fingers ached. coward washout traitor sellout reject whore
Im gonna kms zane just set him back months of happiness im
