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Chaos is the only thing that makes me stop and stare. It’s a pause button to my brain.
I’ve always thought sleep is a waste of time. Why sleep when you can read?
“Happy birthday, Butterfly,” he whispers against my ear. “You’re now mine.”
“Because she’s mine now.” My throat closes around the word. Mine. How long have I waited to say that out loud? Years. Fucking years.
“Well, here’s the thing, Butterfly.” He leans over and brushes his lips against my nose. “I don’t mind self-destructing if it’s with you.”