“I wasn’t supposed to care about you. I wasn’t supposed to want you. I’ve been around handsome men before, Tristan—I can generally hold my own. And then you ruined it. You ruined everything by being so good and sweet, my own little Maxen Colchester but better, because you let me right into that tender heart with no fight at all. Years spent stalking the man who killed my husband, only to find that I loved him like I’d never loved anyone before. You see what a fucking mess that made, right?”
