“I promised you I was going to make you suffer, Reverie. I promised to make you wish you were dead.” Oh, no. His lips curl wider this time, and frost corrodes my bones and settles deep in my stomach, creating a pit filled with a distinct feeling. It isn’t until he speaks that I’m able to put a name to it. “I’ve come here to keep my promise.” Dread. That’s the feeling currently making a home inside my body. It’s dread.”
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H.D. Carlton,
My Dreadful Darling