A Debt So Ruthless Quotes

“Maybe my eyes have gone completely red even from the outside. Deirdre must see something change in me, because she puts her smooth, cool hands on either side of my jaw. It’s the first time she’s ever touched me like this. It’s both soothing and infuriating, because that one tender, possessive touch makes me want to get down in the slush and the salt and the snow, press my forehead to the ground, and bow. Her hands on my face, on my skin and my scars, solid and unflinching like this, makes me want to fucking beg. Beg her for something but I don’t know what. It’s both nostalgic and foreign to me, because I haven’t begged anyone for anything in decades. Not since I begged God that night in the fire. “Elio,” she says, just a whisper. And then, for the first time, she kisses me.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless

“I’m still annoyed that all I did was break that fucker’s nose as we drive home. I stew on it, replaying the entire interaction, almost wishing Deirdre hadn’t been there so I could have ripped that idiot’s tongue out the way I’d wanted to. Red? What the hell kind of nickname is that? Reducing her down to something as basic and obvious as her hair colour. No fucking imagination, no art, no homage to the trilling melody of her soul. Red. Red Red Red Red. Cristo Santo, I hate it even more than usual now. The only good thing that word’s got going for it is that it rhymes with dead which is what that spineless little law student should be right about now.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless

“I will always fucking come back for you. Even when you don’t want me to. Even when you scream and beg and cry for me to leave, even when you push me away, I won’t go. I will come back every single time, do you hear me? I will fucking be here. Always.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless

“You can’t use darkness to hide from a monster. It’s like using water to hide from a shark. While bleeding. Profusely.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless

“But the music distracts me from the past, from pain. It’s deafening, yet somehow not loud enough. So soft it makes my throat go dry. So powerful it slugs me in the temple. Leaves me reeling.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless