We look nothing like the King of Diamonds and The Queen of Hearts. Just two fucking idiots in love. I swallow the thickness in my throat and whisper my truth. “If I drown, you’re drowning with me. If you burn, I’m burning too. Pick your route to hell, Rafe. The destination and the company are the same.” He makes a noise of anger. Grabs a fistful of my sopping ponytail. And then he makes me a millionaire.
