Jacob Denver, of course, was there most nights as well. My boy was even over there a lot of those nights. She sips her water again, and I refrain from demanding she get to the point. They threw every shoe and the kitchen sink at him to make him the murderer, as though that would somehow make the killings just disappear and everyone could go on with their lives.” You need to know first that Robert died in lockup the night he was convicted of crimes he couldn’t commit. She was selective with her friends more than her boyfriends. She shared a house with two men, so she was more comfortable making friends with boys than girls. She was mostly raised by her father after her mother died when she was ten. “I’m not married, but I’m not a bachelor.” “I’ll bet you both enjoy being bachelors and thinking time will never catch up with you.”ĭonny shifts in his seat uncomfortably, but I just smile.
“You have kids?” she asks us as she returns, sitting down with her water, drawing out the suspense. There’s a jaded harshness to the way she carries herself, as though she’s forcing herself to make it through each day. Only there’s a sense of guilt there as well, unlike Lana’s. She’s a regal, timeless sort of woman, with haunted eyes. Her chocolate skin is a stark contrast to her ivory dress that hangs to her knees. Jacob spent more time at his house than he did his own, because Robert was made of a sort of strength and compassion you can’t find just anywhere.”ĭiana Barnes clears her throat, and I watch as she stands to get a glass of water. And Robert, well, he did all he could to make sure those kids were loved.
Just a year separated Victoria in age from the boys. Wherever Marcus and Jacob went, she followed. “Marcus Evans…that boy was a handful when he was a child, but such a sweetheart. Anyone with sensitive triggers should skip the flashbacks.To the living, we owe respect, but to the dead, we owe only the truth. They just don't know it yet.**BE WARNED: Some of the flashbacks in this one do get a lot more intense and detailed than the ones prior to this book. Because his girlfriend is a little bit crazy. Something I laugh about to myself, while secretly soaking in all his protectiveness and concern.If anyone touches him, harms him, or even threatens him, then they should probably run. It just means I want more.one day.But how do you make a good man love the monster inside you without stripping his soul away as well? He is all the best parts of me right now, resurrecting bits of my heart I forgot could even exist.He makes me feel something other than cold.He also thinks I'm weak and fragile. To love a monster, you have to share your soul.Logan Bennett makes me want to have a future not tainted by the constant hunger for revenge. To kill a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous.
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