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“I surrender, Heather. To you. To this. To love. If this is how I die, then it’s how I die. By loving you. And I would rather experience it that way than to live all the years ever without you.” ….Playing on the themes of his Shakespearean namesake.

‘He had always felt a strange sort of possessiveness over her. It had been, initially, that she was the woman he hated more than anyone else in all the world. But now she was his. In a different way.’

“The truth is,” she said quietly, “you don’t know me. Maybe you have wanted me all this time, but that doesn’t mean that you know me. I am a creation of your imagination, & very little else.”

‘He would be the one begging later—she would be sure of it—but for now it was her turn, & she would accept it. She would revel in the humiliation, because it was hers & hers alone.’ ….I really like this heroine. She owns her weaknesses, but she also owns his & gives back as good as she takes.

‘She swallowed hard, & he lifted his hand & wrapped it around her neck, gently, but enough to let her know that he was dangerous. That he could do whatever he wanted right then. Whatever he wanted. Strangle her, kiss her, she wasn’t sure that she would stop him either way. And the realization was terrifying.’

—“And what is your game?”
—“I don’t have a game,” she said, smiling sweetly at him. He’d never once seen the look on her face before.
—“I don’t believe you.”
—She pouted. “What a terrible view you have of women.”
—“Only of you, cara.”
—For some reason that only made her smile more.

“They might dress you up,” he said, looking her up & down, & then circling her slowly, like an elegant predator. “But you will always be the housekeeper’s daughter. And you will certainly never be anything to me.” ….Poor bastard’s gonna eat those words by the end. 😂

‘Hatred was such a fascinating sensation. It had a taste: metallic & acrid. A feeling: a heavy weight that sat at the center of her chest & made her heart beat differently. It had a scent: whiskey, spiced cologne, & old leather. At least, for Heather Gray it did. Because hatred smelled exactly like her stepbrother, Romeo.’ ….Promising start. 😬