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“Even on the one in a million chance you’re correct …” I shot him a look when he dramatically clutched his chest at my lack of faith. “There’s no way we’re going to find it.” “Stop. Your confidence is making my ego too big.”
“If kindness was a disease, yours would be so extreme that it’d be fatal.”
“I’m going to sell your organs on the black market!” Ryker started struggling again. “Fascinating business model,” Jace remarked dryly, “but I’m afraid medical ethics committees tend to frown on organ harvesting from living donors.”
“Seriously? THAT’S what got you to stop?” “We’re not middle-aged,”
“Seems multiple people have been worried about you lately, Tessa, and that role should come with a warning label.”
(My money’s on Blake. He’s got that quiet serial killer energy.) Me: I know where you sleep. Axel: Threats only prove my point, Dr. Jekyll.
“She means more than anyone else in my life.”
“If I didn’t know you, I’d think Ted Bundy and a stalker had a baby,”
“Ten bucks says your sister’s dating either a genius or a serial killer.” “Twenty says it’s both,”
“First of all, anything to do with you, I want to understand completely. Understanding what you’re going through helps me support you better.”
“Thank you,” I whispered against his shirt. “For giving me my life back.”
Your disappointment in the lack of bloodshed is genuinely concerning.
Very serial killer origin story of you.
Me: Now who’s making death threats? Ryker: Shut up, sister kisser.
Because as it turned out, caring about your patient didn’t make you a dangerous doctor. It made you a better one.
“Enjoy rotting in prison if that makes you feel more noble.” His eyes flashed. “The man tried to murder my sister. Twice. You really think I’m letting you go down for taking him out?”
And now I understood. All that darkness that had poisoned me, that had turned me bitter and withdrawn, had a cure all along. She was the antidote.
Love wasn’t a prison sentence. It was freedom.
In saving Tessa, I might have damned myself. But I’d do it again. A thousand times over. Some prices were worth paying.
“Most everyone I’ve loved has left me, Tessa.” My voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t you dare leave me too. If you do …” The words caught in my throat. I’ll follow you. I’ll drink that same poison and chase you through whatever hell you’re experiencing until my heart stops beating.
All I knew in that moment was that I wanted to protect you from the darkness in this world.”
But it’s always been you, Cupcake. Through everything, it’s only ever been you.”
sometimes, the bravest thing is to let love in, even knowing it might hurt.
