Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy, #3)

by Laura Lee

Oh, the tangled webs we weave when we conspire to deceive.

“That I fucking love you, all right? I didn’t want to. God knows I fought it, but I couldn’t stop it. I. Fucking. Love. You.”

Some people would probably say I’m naïve, that eighteen is far too young to know when you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, but I’d tell those people to fuck off. There’s not a doubt in my mind, she’s it for me.