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Hemlock, Nightshade, Cortinar, and Snakeroot. Four deadly plants. The four houses of Sorrowsong University. What university has houses? It’s straight out of a creepy fantasy book.
In the nineteen times it’s happened in my head, my first time on top of you didn’t look like this.
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.”
“One down. Seven letters. First letter O. I’ve had a long day, and I want her for dinner.” Holy fuck.
Meet me under the rugby stands. I’ll get on my knees and show you just how humble I can be.
“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.”
“If you end up being the death of me, Winters, I couldn’t ask for a better end.”
“Oh my god,” I whisper, zooming in on the small piece of red fabric that peeks out of his breast pocket. “That’s my underwear.”
I tracked Ophelia’s phone to get her address. Stalkerish? Probably. But romantic? Maybe?
“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.”
