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"Let it burn..."

“There is very little in this world that cannot be set to right, should you desire it..."

"He huffs an unamused breath and then disappears behind me, reappearing a moment later with the red ball gag. I gulp audibly at the sight of it.
Ah my old friend, how I’ve missed you."

"As I took him apart and claimed him as my own, piece by piece, I swore to myself that I was never going to hurt him again."

"I know what I said, dammit. And I was a fucking idiot. I want to take them back, but these habits are ingrained in my very bones..."

"...contains minimal plot."

😈

He beams brightly. “I was raised by a Republican. I know my way around an assault rifle.”

“The No-Tell Motel is the place you made me realize I have a fetish for having my balls slapped black and blue. I won’t have you slander its good name.”

He raises his arm, offering me a place at his side, like he’s Jesus and I’m one of his clingy little disciples.

Top Jesus and his slutty Twink disciples 😂😂😭

I don’t know what feels worse. The hurt of knowing I’m not good enough, or the embarrassment of thinking I ever was.

It was stupid, but stupid things weren’t any less real. Melchom had learned that lesson a long time ago.

I must either be a masochist or an idiot, because I obey

There’s something freeing in surrendering to someone else.

“It feels like I should have been doing this years ago.” While I was guiding, I was just existing. Working to build enough resources to get through yet another winter and nothing more. “It’s strange, I feel… sharper, somehow. Like I’ve been asleep and I’m just now waking up.”

“I have never felt anything like that. And I’ll be damned if I never feel it again.”

“Very well. You win, Father. You never have to take responsibility for anything you’ve done.”

Nice!

This must be what having a meddling mother feels like.

Thanks, I hate it.

“You thought you were going to hunt me? When you’ve been my obsession for years?”

High maintenance? More like above your pay grade, darling.

I love the confidence!

"red flags are my love language."

Boy, same. 💀🚩

Then buttons are flying everywhere as he slices right down the middle of my shirt. Yanking my mouth away from his, I glare.
“I’m going to run out of shirts at this rate.”
“Shut up.”

his gravity pulls at me, ruining me. My star.

Inspiring fear and paranoia is one way to make sure someone keeps thinking about you.

There is a lot of problematic things in this book like one character just invited the other into a boat so he could talk to him without him getting away

“You’re not blessed, or divine, or burdened. You’re a science experiment.”
“You don’t understand,” gasped Eli. “No one understands.”
“When no one understands, that’s usually a good sign that you’re wrong.”

“I’m dangerous. I shouldn’t exist. But what gives you the right to kill me?”
“Because I can.”
“Bad answer,” she said

Law already knows what I’m like, so there’s no need to put on a show. Maybe that’s why this date is going so well? I’m not trying to be something that I’m not. Sure, I’m dressed better than usual, and my hair is not as wild, but that’s all just packaging. It takes me a second to put my finger on it, but then it dawns on me—with Law, I don’t feel like I’m the sidekick....

I stood at the sink and did that thing people do in movies where they brace themselves on the counter and stare meaningfully at their reflection. Turns out, it didn’t help. It was just a dick, looking at a dick, asking why he was always such a dick.

“Oh.” Sometimes, you can half believe you’ve been hurt so much you’ve basically been vaccinated. Rendered immune. And then someone says something like that to you.

😭😭😭

“But you’re cheerfully going to sit there and watch me chow down on bits of dead animal like some kind of creepy carni-voyeur?”