Extraits

We'd just entered the final phase of whatever bullshit Catherine had been planning for twenty years. This was her long game, and I was going to do my best to ensure it never came to fruition.

Debitch was going down.

“You keep shit from me all the time in the pretense of ‘protecting me.’ I was just doing the same fucking thing.” Beck’s lips twitched, and he nodded. “Touché, baby.”

I thought that was the end of it, but I should have known better. "You're not to be alone with Richard again."

Arrogant fuck.

“I’m bossy because I fucking love you, Butterfly. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me. But … if it was important to you, I wouldn’t have stood in your way. I would have just made sure that we were prepared for anything. I would have had backup.” He reached out and cupped my face, his hand rough and soft at the same time. “I won’t stand in your way, baby, but I will stand at your side, where I belong.”