“Self-sacrifice isn’t like you at all. Where’s that annoying, cocky-as-fuck demon I love to hate?” “He died that day on the beach when you held a blade to his throat,” I said. “I still remember the way you looked, covered in blood and sweat. Messy bangs falling into your face. You were beautiful and devastating. I knew right then you’d be my undoing.”
―
Jaclyn Osborn,
Bellamy
