“We?” I ask, seeking that distraction. “Yeah, butterfly. We.” He looks down, his eyes taking on a possessive heat. “You’re ours now, aren’t you? Because you most definitely own us.”
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B. Livingstone,
Bound
“But Eden, while you may be bruised, a bit worse for the wear, and endured experiences I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, you are a strong, capable, young woman who has come out on the other side relatively in one piece.”
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B. Livingstone,
Bound