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Poor Verity has no f-ing clue what she’s about to get into. And therefore, neither do you. These guys are… well, you’re about to find out. You’re going to hate them, but we know you love them that way. Absolutely, 100%, irredeemable. Until, of course, they are.
I'm exited and terrified.
“I’ve already found the red,” he seethes, snatching up my wrist. He holds it out, as if he’s showing me the cuts there, telling me something I didn’t already know. “Now, I’m looking for the orange,” he bites out, “because that’s the only fucking way this is happening.”
Ughhhhhh I miss him so much.
“Maybe I can be to East End what Lavinia was to me. Maybe there’s a girl out there who needs a voice in this Palace. I’m going to make sure she has one.”
I love this.
She wants it, but she’s waiting. She’s waiting for me to give it.
RAWR, YES. Wick, we all are.
It’s a lie. It has to be.
Holy shit! I DID NOT see that coming!!!!
