More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Devastation made of hair as blue as dark ocean waves, and lips sharp as cracked glass that would delightedly cut her.
He tasted like lust, and night, and something lost that should have stayed that way.
The outside of the apple was the caramelized color of gold, and when it finally cooled enough for Evangeline to bite, it tasted like hot, searing sweetness and Jacks—
He looked like a bad decision some unfortunate person was about to make.
“I don’t think you and I have the same definition of hurt.”
“Be thankful for that, Little Fox.”
“Hurt is what made me.”
