Nightshade (Sorrowsong University, #1)

by Autumn Woods

Éléanor isn’t really interested in anything that isn’t Taylor Swift,

Me

There’s a pride in Scotland. It’s in the heart of the people and the veins of the landscape.

I pull her frozen body onto my lap, wrapping her in blankets. “I have you,” I whisper against the dirt on her forehead. “You’re okay.” A quiet sob escapes her lips, her whisper barely audible. Her head leans into me the smallest amount. “I’m cold.” I tighten my arms around her limp frame and don’t intend to ever release them. I feel like I could vomit. “I know. I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”

I can’t look away from the bruises on her neck, blinded with rage. “Ophelia, who did this to you?”

SCREAMING KICKING MY FEET AHHHH

“I’ve built my walls too high.” “They’re worth the climb.” “They aren’t.” We stop on the mansion steps, his tone soft. “They are. For me, they are.”

“Then I’ll love you with the same intensity that you hate me. I’ll hold on to you just as hard as you push me away. I’ll fix you like you’re fixing me. I’ll always be here, Ophelia, I’ll sit at the bottom of valleys and stand on the top of mountains with you. We’re too good not to work.”