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To Charlotte Brontë, for giving us Jane Eyre and thus inspiring countless authors to lock up moody alphas with feisty heroines in remote castles.
The first glimpse of snow is always exciting, but by the time it’s late February, you’re sick of the cold and ready for something new. Martina, though… That girl is summer, through and through.
“Every object under my protection is of immense value, Martina. And you might just be the most valuable of them all.”
That small body of hers pressed against mine felt like coming home. How fucked up is that?
“You’re playing with fire, piccolina, and you don’t even realize how close you are to being burned.”
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, piccolina.”
“Fun? What we had was madness,” he whispers, his eyes wild. “Alchemy.” Electricity runs down my spine. “If it was madness, then I guess we’ve both finally regained our sanity.” “Not me.”
“You’re mine, Martina. You will always be mine.”
Even the most broken of things can be mended by the right pair of hands.
He lifts himself onto his elbow and cups my cheek. “I love you so damn much, piccolina.” “I love you,” I whisper.
“Piccolina, you are my world.”
