Becca’s Reviews > Daybreak > Status Update

Ophelia: Made it!! And I only cried twice.
Alex: I miss you. Proud to be yours.

STOPPPP

"Is your knee okay?"
She can't squash her smile. "It's fine. Nothing's broken. And never mind my knee, you should see what I can do with a crowbar.”
I could just ask her to marry me right here.
Not romantic, Alex.
Christ, I love her. I love them all. I love them all so much it aches. I'm desperate to have all eight of them in my arms.

ALEX IS LITERALLY HALF CONSCIOUS AND BRUISED AND BLEEDING AND IN THE HOSPITAL AND ALL HES WORRIED ABOUT IS OPHELIA

NO FUCKING WAY FLEUR SHOT HER DAD

OPHELIA BUSTING IN WITH A CROWBAR TO SAVE HER MAN YESSSS

SHIT ALEX GOT JUMPED IN THE ELEVATOR AND HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED BY HIS FATHER FUCKKK

“Thank you. I love you," she says, voice wobbling. She's upset. I start packing my things straight away.
"I love you, too. Talk to me."
“I don't know what's wrong. I started my period. Charlotte made me an anklet." Her voice cracks, her next sentence revealing what's really the matter. "I killed Laura. I think of her every time I feel happy."
OPHELIA NOOOOO

She swats my hand like it's a fly. "Is this how you usually treat the staff in restaurants?"
I give her my most charming smile. "Only the sexy, grumpy redheads."
"You better tip well."
“Oh, I have a tip you can have," I whisper, watching her bury her face in her hands.
She's blushing when she emerges, the very corners of her mouth turned up. "You're a terrible flirt."
ALEX STOPPPP

“Fuck you for having a birthday. Fuck steak. Fuck lunch as a concept. Fuck frying pans. Fuck recipe websites. Why do I have to read about your uncle's fucking gallstones to read how long to cook a steak for? And fuck the stove, too. It's lying about being on medium. It's on high."
I lean against the doorway, a fond warmth spreading its way through my blood. This is what I want. This is what I want forever.

OPHELIA TRYING TO MAKE ALEX A SPECIAL BIRTHDAY DRINK BUT SHE PUTS TOO MUCH LEMON IN IT AND ALEX TRIES TO PRETEND THAT HE LIKES IT