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You know the amount of shit I take every single day from men who think I don’t deserve to be there just because I happen to have a vagina?”
I couldn’t believe that I’d finally done it, finally broken out of my frozen, terrified hamster state and killed the asshole.
I’d told myself that I had to go at her pace, and so when I turned off the engine, I did not reach over to take her hand or kiss her or anything that might freak her out, even though I wanted to so badly, even though the smell of her had been distracting me the entire way home—almonds and flowers—and I could only look at her in small doses. Her lips were so plump, so kissable.
My Delilah.
“There’s no possible way we’re not meant to be together. I was meant to protect you.
“I know you won’t ever find a boyfriend as dedicated as me.”
I’d escaped from one maniac only to run straight into another.
Did he know that killing Brandon wasn’t my only secret? That I had another one, which was perhaps just as bad, if not worse than that? Did he know I was Draycott’s drug dealer?