Ingrid Spera

“Oh,” I said quietly, putting all the pieces together at last. “You’re worried I’ll see you hurt him and think things about when you’re going to hurt me, and have you realized you’re an idiot?” His head snapped back like I had slapped him. “If you looked around in that drawer back in my room you would’ve seen enough pills to kill myself ten times over—and do you know why I’ve got them all and hoarded them so carefully? To give up and fucking do that. But now, I don’t have to, Sylas—you’ll do it for me—and until then, I am fucking on this ride. You and I, and however many hims it takes,” I said, flinging an arm out at the still-hovering Nolan. “But I’m not going anywhere. Not without you. Not from here on out.”
― Cassie Alexander, Guarded by the Nightmare