The House with the Golden Door (Wolf Den Trilogy #2)

by Elodie Harper

Dido’s absence feels wrenching tonight. The loss always hits Amara that way, unpredictable in when it will strike. She sits on the bed, hugging her knees, as if she might be able to hold in her grief, prevent it spilling out in an ugly flood, like the guts from her painted stag.

She has endured far worse violence from Felix and from men whose names and faces she does not even remember, but for Amara, the betrayal Rufus inflicts is a pain unlike any other, because she had believed he was different. He is not her safe haven, but yet another storm to weather.

“Looks only last so long, lovers are just as bad. But a closet full of coin never made any woman cry.

She has no doubt that they are on the downward descent, and the fall, when it comes, could be rapid.

Fortuna only turns her wheel for those who dare to ride it.

“You really are trash Victoria,” she says, her voice as cold as Felix at his cruelest. “No wonder your parents left you to die in the rubbish. It’s where you’ve always belonged.”

BRUH

Victoria gets unsteadily to her feet. “I never wanted to choose between you both.” She reaches out to Amara. “I didn’t want to choose Felix over you.” “But you did.” Amara steps away from her. The two women look at one another, and there is no trust left in the ashes of their friendship, only regret.

Oof this one is familiar

“That is nothing.” Britannica raises her eyebrows, a flicker of amusement on her face. “I hate most people.”

I love this bitch lol

It would be so much easier if she could hate her friend, rather than feel this endless, bottomless grief.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t have discarded her so easily. There is always a price to pay for underestimating a woman.”