“One, two, three, four, five, once I caught a bullet alive. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, then I let it go again.”
“Brooklyn,” Niall snapped.
“Yes?”
“Stop making the wound sing and finish stitchin’ it, woman.”
I’m so glad I’m not reading this book in public because I’m dying from the insanity ahah !
— Mar 11, 2023 06:17AM
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