“Victoria was so wrong about me. I expected them to put me first, above everyone else. I am selfish. I am weak. I am bad. And I need Jasper. I need him like I need air to breathe. No—somehow, that cliché doesn’t seem quite right. He’s more like a shot of whiskey after a hard day. A burst of heroin in my burning veins. He is my drug. My ambrosia. I can’t live without him.”
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