Our Violent Ends (These Violent Delights #2)

by Chloe Gong

“Father,” Juliette shot back, “I crave violence.”

She had to stop growing so fond of White Flowers. It would be the death of her.

Once, he would have burned the damn city to the ground just to keep her unharmed. Of course it was hard for him to hurt her now. It went against every fiber of his being. Every cell, every nerve—they had grown into place with one mantra: protect her, protect her. Even after knowing she had become someone else, even after hearing all the terrible things she had done in New York… she was still Juliette. His Juliette.

“A rose is a rose, even by another name,” he whispered. “But we choose whether we will offer beauty to the world, or if we will use our thorns to sting.”