I yank my chin out of his grasp and continue to glare at him. “I’m fucking broken, Andrew. You saw what I did to my mom. There’s something wrong with me, and I don’t want to break you too.” He scoffs. “Newsflash, sweetheart. I’ve put my fist through three cabinet doors, two walls, and one face. So I guess we’re both a little fucked up. Just call me the angry prince, and you can be my broken princess.” He flashes me a devilish grin.
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