“Victoria was so wrong about me. I expected them to put me first, above everyone else.
I am selfish. I am weak. I am bad.
And I need Jasper. I need him like I need air to breathe. No—somehow, that cliché doesn’t seem quite right. He’s more like a shot of whiskey after a hard day. A burst of heroin in my burning veins.
He is my drug. My ambrosia.
I can’t live without him.”