There's No Place Like Oz (Vicious Wonders, #2)

by Leann Belle

“But just let him try and touch you, sweet girl, and I’ll drench those shoes with his blood.”

Perhaps being good sometimes meant stopping those who weren’t, instead of enabling a narcissist with unearned compassion. Aunty Em always told me I’d catch more flies with honey than I would with vinegar, but why the fuck did I keep working so hard to be covered in flies? At least with vinegar, I could make a great potato salad.

“But for me, sweet girl, I would be happy to stroke your black wings if you’re strong enough to be my fallen angel.”