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This book has me screaming in thirty languages omfg I love love love this!!

THIS!! THIS IS HOW YOU START A TRUE ENEMIES TO LOVERS!! I'm enjoying this waaaay too much, zero regrets!

The fact that Luca doesn’t even care that Willow ruined his life, only that she left and isn’t here to hate him face to face😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

These two are fucking killing me

"Wouldn’t you give me anything I asked for?"
"Anything you asked. So ask." I AM FUCKING CRYING OMH😭😭😭😭😭😭

I have actual tears in my eyes because of Luca Fletcher-Lowe. This shouldn’t be possible.

”If Evan didn’t love her so completely. But he did.” EVANSOPHIE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH🥺❤️

OH MY GOD THESE TWO??!?,!,€:€/&/€/!:!

The way Luca talks about Iakov🥺🥺

I could literally live in Aurora Reed’s writing >>

Willow better make luca beg on his knees and grovel and cry

[“It’s the last thing that ties you to me. If I cut it away, what do I have left?”
“All the world,” I answer, “and everything in it.”
“You’re the only thing worth having. You’re the only thing I want."]

I really can't stop crying for Luca. I am devastated

"If the only way I could have Willow Lynch back was with me on my hands and knees at her feet, would I not take that deal in a heartbeat? Would I not beg and bark if she so commanded it?"

No one can be down bad for their woman like Luca is for Willow

“I don’t care about losing everything, Ned. I care about losing her."

I am in tears please.

“I love you, Willow Lynch, I love you 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.”

Re-reading this book also made me realize how much I missed Zachary and Theodora as well

" I would kill for her and god himself could descend from the
heavens to take her from me and I would spit in his face because she’s
fucking mine and nothing in heaven or hell could take her away from me
now."

Excuse me, where can I get myself a man like Luca Fletcher Lowe?

[“Look at me,” he repeats. His voice is soft—almost entreating. “Look at
me, Lynch. Pretty poison, deadly nightshade. I could be so gentle, I could
make you feel so good.]

I am thrashing, crying and screaming.

I open my mouth to tell her I could say the same thing about her, but she
shakes her index finger in front of my face.
“Shush. Shut the fuck up. Now be a good boy. Go to sleep."

I LOVE THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE WILLOW

"Going back to her hotel was supposed to be a simple matter of analysing
a specimen. Like pinning a butterfly to an entomological spreading board
before carefully labelling it."

I have to re-read this book cause I absolutely MISS Luca Fletcher