“I talked a big game, Vic,” I whisper, my hand shaking as I toss the sponge into the bathtub by my feet. “In my head, I was sure I was going to do it. I wanted to taste blood. I wanted it so damn badly. I wanted that crown.” I grit my teeth hard and shake my head, reaching my fingers up to dig in my hair. “And I know I can wear it. I know I can.” I look over at him, his handsome face peaceable and so fucking handsome I want to cry. “You can, you will,” he tells me,
