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i wasn’t expecting to love them ohmy

“Ça va, les amoureux?” he asks blithely. And, without waiting for an answer, he adds, “I’m engaged, by the way!”
I roll my eyes. “You’ve been engaged since Spearcrest.”
“His fiancée is a mermaid,” Willow whispers in my ear in tones of awe.

i miss sev & anaïs
aw i miss them all already

Willow throws out her arm to catch Zahara’s, howling, “Zarooo, let me be your wolf, I’ll eat you right up!”
Zahara laughs huskily. “I’ll text you the address to my hotel room.”

willow & zahara friendship 🥹🥹

they’re all finally in one place 🥹🥹🥹

“He slumps back and looks up at me with drunken reverence, and he rasps in a tone of awe, “Fuck, Lynch. I fucking love you. I can’t help it.”

“I might love you back, Luca, and it’s perfectly horrible. Like wanting to marry a snake or a slug.”

“But so is Luca. And all the broken pieces of him fit perfectly into the pieces of me, like a fucked-up puzzle. The smallness of my heart might fit perfectly into the gaping hole at the centre of his heart, just like my body fits perfectly against his. And if I should ever become a wife, whose wife could I be but Luca’s? And if I should ever bear someone’s sons, whose sons but Luca’s?”

“She’d probably be quite partial to Evan’s dogged devotion or Sev’s obsessive romanticism or Zach’s all-consuming adoration. I don’t even want to think about how she’d feel about Iakov Kavinski and his pathological need to protect women. I make a note to myself to never let her anywhere near Iakov.”

BYE

“You have a new tattoo,” I tell her.
“I have several.”
“I mean on your arm.”
“Deadly nightshade.”
She shrugs and tilts her head. “The devil’s flower.”

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“We were never really friends,” Evan says with a scornful look.

“You were my first friend, actually.” I smile at him. “And am I not the reason you two ended up together? I consider myself something of a godfather to your relationship.”


they’re so fucking funny

sophie omg 🥹🥹

iakov & luca scenes 😭🤍

willow come back 😢😢😢😢

“Because she sees me for what I am and refuses to flinch.” I laugh, almost in disbelief. “No one else could hold up a mirror so unforgivingly true. I see myself in her, and all I want to do is sharpen the blade of me to better strike the blade of her. She might be poison, Ned, but if she is, then she is both the poison and the antidote.”

“I love you, Willow Lynch, and I fucking hate it. You’ve managed to turn my entire body into a playground for your pleasure, my every thought into a shrine dedicated to your chaos. I can’t tell if loving you is a sickness or just a manifestation of my own self-destruction, but it’s something I’ll never be free from. Loving you is a punishment, it’s the hell in which I’ll suffer for eternity.”

“The things I would do for that mouth, that face, that body and the indomitable soul inside it. The things I would do for this reckless, ruthless chaos creature, this hellish angel, this divine fucking demon.”

“You are in control, Lynch. Of me. Through me. How do you not see this? Don’t I fucking drop to my knees for you? Don’t I debase myself for you, crawl around in the mud for you? Have I not killed for you? You didn’t have to get your hands dirty because I got mine dirty so you wouldn’t have to. I didn’t drive the plane or take it from you, I am the fucking plane!“

“It’s devastating, but Willow Lynch is beautiful even in her fury. She’s poison and rage and the crackling electricity of thunder, and watching her is filling my heart with the poison and rage and electricity of her. My chest aches violently, like each separate rib might crack and snap, like my heart might explode out of my chest.”

i’m so fucking scared

“Luca.” I murmur his name deep in my throat. “I’ll never love you. But I’ll hate you more than anyone else in the world. All my hate, just for you. Sad little psycho. Would you like that?”

He closes his eyes like he’s in pain. “Yes…”


aww they’re so in love (in hate???)

“You’re so obsessed with me,” I tell him, just to provoke him, just to remind him of how embarrassing his behaviour is.

“So what?”

I don’t have an answer for him. He stands, smiling shamelessly, and he leads me to the shower.

😭🥹

His heartbeat is so powerful I can’t even tell the difference between his hammering pulse and mine.

“Can’t you see that you’re meant for me? There’s nothing in this world I can’t give you, poison. You’ll see.”

“There’s a fervour in his voice that makes me shiver. Luca is in that sort of mood, that sort of mood where it feels like he’d love nothing more than to cut out the heart from my chest just so that he could fit it in a porcelain cabinet somewhere inside his own ribcage.”

my poor willow 😭😭😭😭

“He hurt me. He hurt me, for a long time, and all I’ve ever wanted was to hurt him back. That’s why I’ve spent so long looking for him. I got everyone else on that list. My mum’s parents, the people who knew what Richard was doing to her, to us. I even got the girls who bullied me at school. But I never got him. Hurting him isn’t enough. I have to destroy him, even if it destroys me.”

oh my god i love them 😭😭😭😭😭

“I know you’ve been trying to get into my office. I saw your revenge list, that time I took your notebook. You’ll never break into my office, but you could ask me for what you want, Lynch.” I kiss her mouth, I kiss the warm skin over her pulse, whispering into her neck, “Do you know how much I’d like that? If you just asked me for what you want? I could be so fucking generous to you.”

“I’ve been looking for him for years, and I came here for the express purpose of finding him, and then I see him, and it doesn’t feel at all how I imagined. It feels nothing like I imagined because I imagined I would be so cold and calm and ready. But all I can do is stand frozen, heart a pit, skin brittle crystal, and the only thing I feel is pure, crushing black fear.”

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“I’ll never stop hating you,” he murmurs with the sweet fervour of a love confession. “I’ll hate you to your heart’s content, Lynch, if that’s what you like.”

“But it could be.” He tosses the crushed cigarette box in the wastebasket and turns back to me with a horribly sincere look in his eyes. “If your death was in my hands, Lynch, I’d make it the most beautiful fucking death.”

“You’re so in love with me.” I roll my eyes. “It’s so goddamn sinister. Can’t you go back to hating me?”