Three Ways to Break Me
Augustine King you broke me once: try again, i dare youbreaker 3i pick up this broken piecesbreak my heart break my heart
I set the glass on the coffee table between us and caught a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
"It's Benne Rute," he said. "Your favorite."
"I liked it," I replied. "But not anymore, I'm afraid. So why don't you tell me why you called me here, Romane?"
A faint smile curved the corner of his mouth as he poured himself another glass.
"First, we drink."
"I don't think—"
"Drink."
He cut me off, and I immediately understood that it was no longer a request.
With a sigh, I lifted the glass and swallowed the wine in one long drink.
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