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…You’re finally free. … Until… you crash. And… …burn.
“Darkest,” he echoes, hesitating. “I can imagine my dark is far different than yours, sweetheart.”
“Even if it’s for tonight, and tonight only, little Quinn,” he hesitates, spreading my legs with his knee. “You’ll still always be mine.”
“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me on my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.”
He leans down, his mouth beside my ear. “Wouldn’t you prefer real life over fiction?”
Actually, Mom, it’s not just one boy. I’ve actually been getting my back blown out by three of them.
