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466 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 14, 2021
❝you still see me as a younger brother,❞ he said eventually. ❝i think that's the excuse you give yourself to hold me at a distance: telling yourself i'm still a boy. but I'm not.❞
❝i know you're not a boy,❞ she said, her voice tight. ❝you've made that resoundingly clear.❞
❝i'm a man,❞ he said, as if she hadn't spoken. ❝with a man's goals and a man's desires.❞ he paused. ❝and a man's burdens.❞
“Blue jay” was what he, and only he, had called her. His little bird.
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I KID, I KID, this isn't the end of the review. . . i have WAY to much to say about this masterpiece of story!
This time, she would not escape unscathed; he was going to make her suffer and do it so well that she might even grow to crave it—until it sent her plummeting. Until it left her broken and bleeding. Until he ripped her heart out.
“I think she really might be planning on stealing your life. Remember, I know things,” he added, before closing the door behind him. “But don't worry. Even when your gross mom rips your face off, I'll still sit across from your ugly, faceless mug, blue jay.”
awww, wait no eww, or is it awww?
“Let me love you,” he whispered. “If you let me in, I promise I'll raise you up and keep you safe and I'll never, ever leave you. You're my everything.”
“You still see me as a younger brother,” he said eventually. “I think that's the excuse you give yourself to hold me at a distance: telling yourself I'm still a boy. But I'm not.”
“I know you're not a boy,” she said, her voice tight. “You've made that resoundingly clear.”
“I'm a man,” he said, as if she hadn't spoken. “With a man's goals and a man's desires.” He paused. “And a man's burdens.”
“Why do you care?” she asked woodenly. “It's like you said. He's not my daddy.”
“No,” he said, the low register of his voice sending a chill through her that was colder than the glass in her hand. “He isn't. But I could be. I'll be your Daddy. You can tell me what's bothering you and I'll make it all better.” His hand covered her left breast, flattening over her pounding heart. “I don't let people mess around with what's mine.���
gah, that shouldn't be hot. . . but it is totally is.
“You're my little bird. Say that, too. I want to hear it.”
“I'm your bird, Daddy,” she said
hell, I was into it. (。O⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ O。)
“You threatened to drag my name through the mud in front of everyone in town. You forced me to have sex with you. You filmed me without my permission and you still haven't deleted the video—or were you planning on doing that as a wedding gift?” She drew in a painful breath. “What made you think I would possibly want to marry you?”
“So you're willing to hurt me,” said Jay. “To get what you want. Just like before."
“We have an agreement,” he repeated steadily.
“Then I am your prisoner. I just happen to have a really long chain.”
“I'm in love with you.”
Jay sucked in a breath. “What?”
“You heard me.” Nick folded his arms. “I love you.” … “I love you. And I want you so fucking bad I really can't stand it, Jay. I think about you at night.”
She could see it there in the history, mocking her. How quickly he flipped from “I'm in love with you” to “I don't want to fuck an angel.”
“Do whatever you want to me, my darling bird. Whatever it is, I deserve it. Ruin me, take everything, and tell everyone what a terrible man I am—because it's true. You were the best thing that ever came into my life and I'll take whatever you want to give me.”
"I can take a professional head shot that would run you about $100 in a studio. You should take me up on it. Your current LinkedIn picture looks like a missing person poster.”
Jay shot him a dark look. “You're going to be a missing person if you come near me with a camera.”
"I'm not a cat grandma—at the most, I'm a cat aunt.”
It was the same piercing agony he'd felt every time Jay looked right through him when they were young. She'd seen him—but not the way he'd wanted. Not until he'd made her look. He hadn't been able to touch her then, but now there were consequences for driving him crazy.
Demon prince, she thought. Only, he looks the part, now. Nick didn't touch her but the look in his eyes as they raked over her made Jay feel as if she were being burned slowly alive, especially when they dropped to the silver necklace at her throat, and then lower, lingering on the beaded decolletage of her gown.
It hurt to look at him then. It hurt to breathe. Nobody who saw him look at her like that could harbor any doubts about what was going on between them.
She reminded herself again that she hated him, but she didn't hate him enough; in the darkness, he was as familiar as a habit, and just as easy to fall into.
Can I watch the world burn with you?