“There can’t be an ‘us.’ We’re destined to fucking hate each other, just like owls and crows. Three hundred and fifty years of hatred doesn’t go away after a few fucks. And for good reason,” he snapped, holding the book aloft. “I wonder how your mother got ahold of this! I mean, after all this time, what are the fucking odds? It shows up in a Hewitt household after all.”
Ugh i want to squeeze him i’m getting mad
