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do you know what our ancestors did with treasures they couldn’t make use of? They buried them. So I did. And Annalise remains as she should have always been—forever mine.
Something deep in my chest screams at me to run.
“I’ll back up. I can make it look like an accident.
“Are you cosplaying Oliver Twist?”
“Drawings of all my previous victims.”
“If you weren’t so unbearable, I’d make you look freshly kissed,” he whispers.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me. —Jane Eyre
In the nineteen times it’s happened in my head, my first time on top of you didn’t look like this.
“Put me out of my goddamn misery, Ophelia.”
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.
“Do you want me or do you hate me? You can’t do both. You can’t have both. It’s not possible. In a world full of complicated, Ophelia, my feelings for you are extremely simple.”
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.”
“Midnight, a hundred years from now.”
“If you end up being the death of me, Winters, I couldn’t ask for a better end.”
“You make me finally understand what people mean when they say life isn’t long enough.”
“I know you, love. I see you and I know you.”

