All Hail (Queen Crow, #1)

by J. Bree

“I’ll take it to the grave, Avery. Chin up, if they ask why you’re crying remember how badly your feet hurt.”

You think I don’t know you love him? You think that shit will scare me off? Queenie, nothing affects you and me except you and me. He’s not going to ruin this for us, get that through that gorgeous head of yours.”

Fuck, if you had’ve stuck that knife through my heart, I still would’ve been happy with your choice. I went there to help you and if dying for you did that then I’d go to the grave without a fucking complaint. What else do I have to say to you for you to understand that I’m not going anywhere? I’ve watched you march into every fight with your family with your head held high and your little arsenal of tricks and I knew that you’re it for me. Sometimes, you just know these things and, Queenie, I’m not fucking this up, no matter how hard you push.”

“I’m not giving you up for fucking anything, Queenie. Nothing would make me let you go… but if you want him as well, then I can live with that. I want your heart to be whole, not torn in half.” I clutch at the necklace in my hand. My words come out thready, “Atticus won’t share. I’m surprised you would.”