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“Now . . .” my sister’s new husband whispered in my ear. “Now you belong to me.”
He made himself the cure, which wouldn’t have been necessary if he hadn’t also created the disease.
Will, Michael, and Kai were my friends, and I’d walk through fire for any one of them. Will was the only one, though, who I was sure would walk through fire for me.
“Acting like that time with her wasn’t the only fucking time I didn’t hate fucking.”
In fact, he was kind of an angel at the end. An angel with really black bat wings. Psycho.
I don’t want to . . . make you dirty.
She was pissing me off. Screaming at me one minute, all over me the next, running away this morning, and now she was here. Was she going to decide she needed more space tomorrow?
