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I’ve always thought sleep is a waste of time. Why sleep when you can read?
“Cole, we can’t.” “And yet, we will.”
“Happy birthday, Butterfly,” he whispers against my ear. “You’re now mine.”
If someone makes you doubt yourself and your core principles, they can easily destroy you.
“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.
What’s the point if I can’t have the only one for me?
True, violence never solves anything, but it’s liberating in a way.
“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.”
The eight of us have never broken apart.
