Exodus (The Ravenhood Duet, #2)

by Kate Stewart

At this point, I just want to snap the thread and free myself of the burn of being in unrequited love.

I’m out of fucks to give.

“Pussy wielding predator,”

“He doesn’t decide your worth. No one does. I know that doesn’t make it better, but he doesn’t deserve you.”

stylish terrorist

I should have been stronger.

I hate that in the waking hours, I’m a woman intelligent enough to rule my life in all areas with an iron fist, but when I dream of them, I’m too weak to bring myself to begrudge them for their collective crimes against me, the way I should. Anger should win, but it doesn’t. It never has.

I have no issue with rock bottom. I’m comfortable here. On the rocks might be the safest place for me for the moment, much safer than walking around lying recklessly to those I love.

“Don’t play stupid. You got arrested for going a hundred and three in a fifty and caught with nearly an ounce of weed. What do you call that?” “A fantastic Thursday afternoon?”