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300 pages, Hardcover
First published May 6, 2021
He releases a deep sigh, staying silent for a beat too long. “Is it worth it?”
“Is what worth it?”
“Losing everything for her?”
A small smile grazes my lips. “Absolutely.”
He drags his gun down the hollow of my cheek. I swallow, and it’s not only because of the deadly weapon. The way he watches as the metal slides down appears to be nothing short of anticipation.
She willingly closes her eyes and whispers, “I wish I’d never met you.”
My lips brush against her forehead. “I’ll meet you over and over again if I have to.”
”I do love you, Lia. I always have. But my form of love isn’t sweetness or softness. It’s nothing noble or delicate. My love is selfish and villainous. My love is the type where I will kill people to protect you and erase others to avenge you. My love is possessive, obsessive, and knows no boundaries, not when I first met you and certainly not now.”
”I didn’t know you danced, Adrian.”
“I don’t.”
“You are right now.”
“Because you look beautiful.”
“You’re dancing because I look beautiful?”
“It’s a perfectly good reason.”
I don’t tell him he’s the only one I’ve been thinking about, in the most terrifying way possible, and that when I saw him again in the audience, something inside me unlocked. That I think I had my best performance yet, just because I knew he was there.
He gives me the stink eye. “I’m a grown-up.”
“Of course you are. I’m just going to lift you and you’ll wash your hands, all right?”
He nods. I hold his small body as he lathers his hands with a lot of soap, then grins at the bubbles. I can’t help the smile that stretches across my lips at how he finds the smallest things joyful.
”I know you deserve better, but I’m unable to let you go, so I’ll try my best to be worthy of you, Lenochka.”
“I love you, Mr. Volkov.”
“I love you, Mrs. Volkov.”
“I’ll try to be better. Though I’ll probably never be a hero.”
“Who says I want a hero? I’m perfectly happy with you, my villain.”
“Is it worth it?”
“Is what worth it?”
“Losing everything for her?”
A small smile grazes my lips. “Absolutely.”
“I do love you, Lia. I always have. But my form of love isn’t sweetness or softness. It’s nothing noble or delicate. My love is selfish and villainous. My love is the type where I will kill people to protect you and erase others to avenge you. My love is possessive, obsessive, and knows no boundaries, not when I first met you and certainly not now.”
"Because even though I performed the act of living before, I've never truly lived until Lia came into my life."
"You're my last stop and I plan to stay, not move on." "You're my last stop, too."
"He sometimes watches you as if he wants to stab the air for making you cold.”
“Is it worth it?”
“Is what worth it?”
“Losing everything for her?”
A small smile grazes my lips. “Absolutely.”
My form of love isn’t sweetness or softness. It’s nothing noble or delicate. My love is selfish and villainous. My love is the type where I will kill people to protect you and erase others to avenge you. My love is possessive, obsessive, and knows no boundaries, not when I first met you and certainly not now.”
One day, she’ll realize that the world we live in doesn’t matter. We’re the only ones who do.”