“Don’t do that to me again, Bunny,” she whispered in a heartbreakingly pained voice. “I need you, so fucking much. We have to see this bullshit through and live out one of those corny happily ever after sequences.” I smiled, despite how her hoarse voice was shredding me up inside. “And instead of children, we have a six-foot-four Māori man with a bad temper?”
―
Tate James,
Kill Order
