Eden rose

“He kicked me,” she explains, her touch lingering on the top of her shoulder with her answer to my unvoiced question. “My shoulder hit the edge of the cage when I fell in.”  My hands fold into tight fists beneath the table as white-hot rage burns in my veins. “Fucker.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“That woman you were watching…?” My fingers tighten around his throat as he desperately nods. “She is mine.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Be glad you don’t get it. It means your life has been a lot gentler than hers.”
― Abby Jimenez, Just for the Summer

“Did David beg you to stop when you decided to play Lobotomy Barbie with his face? I bet he pleaded with you, and you loved the sound. But the funny thing is, Mr. Carmichael, you and I have something in common. I’ll tell you a little secret,” she says. A devastatingly beautiful smile creeps across her lips as she leans close to his ear. “I love the sound when my victims beg too.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird