Learn My Lesson (Wicked Villains, #2)

by Katee Robert

Now our love is more cruel edges and the kind of cut that one doesn’t even notice until hours later.

The trust we built so painstakingly between us is weathered and beaten. I can’t be sure that he’ll meet me halfway, and because I can’t be sure, I am incapable of taking that first step to reach out.

I can’t say for certain if it’s jealousy of Hercules that spurns me on. Or desire for him.

She’s the most priceless thing in my life, the one person I could never replace, not even if I searched the world over.

We were made for each other, two twisted trees that grew to lean on each other to the point where they won’t survive alone.

he looks like he’s been led into hell and only now realized that there’s no going back. Welcome. Plenty of suffering to go around.

I know this man better than any other person in this world, but right now he feels like a stranger to me.

Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. Both will kill you in the end if you’re not careful.

“I can’t be anything other than what I am, love.”

Exile. A punishment I may have admired if it weren’t leveled against me. Worse than the sweet oblivion of death. The moment you stop breathing, your heart ceases to beat… that’s the moment you’re beyond pain. Exile means to live with the agony of knowing you can never go home, that the people who you cared about the most continue to live on without you. To know how replaceable you truly are.

I am the monster others fear. I am the spider in the web I intend to draw my enemy to.

There is meant to be a balance in Olympus. A Zeus ruling on high. A Poseidon managing the middle and mundane. And a Hades seeing to the shadows.

She might be mean as a snake, but I like her.

“Time and pain are the best teachers. You’ll learn. Maybe not soon enough, but you’ll learn.”

I love him so much I stay despite the tiny cuts he deals out during every conversation, unintentionally or not.

they’re beautiful together. The brightest star and the darkest night, both made better by the presence of the other.

I could fill those gaps for them, I could be the softness to their jagged edges.

Promises aren’t worth the air it takes to voice them. I’ve learned that lesson time and time again.

“You are everything I never knew I needed, love. A partner in every way. An equal in every way. You don’t shy from my less savory traits. One could argue that you relish them.”