The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom
I touch one, the velvet soft under my finger, and wonder for the hundredth time who’s winning this war, the one with Theo and Amara, or the one with the man down the hall who slips into my locked world like smoke.
I hate that I keep them. I hate that I count them. I hate that every time I crush one, another appears, like he’s saying “you can’t destroy me that easily.”
I get out of bed, legs unsteady from the dream I won’t admit I had (his hands on my thighs, lifting me, his mouth devouring mine until I forgot my own name). Livia, you need to get yourself together.
I dress in black leggings and one of his hoodies (stolen from the laundry room because I’m a masochist and it smells like him, po
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