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“I'm not marrying you,' I spat. 'Yes, you are.' 'Fuck you. I am not.' A muscle feathered in his cheek. 'It's the only way I can keep you alive. If you're not my wife, you're my enemy. And I can't justify letting you go.” — Carissa Broadbent
I'm not marrying you,' I spat.
'Yes, you are.'
'Fuck you. I am not.'
A muscle feathered in his cheek.
'It's the only way I can keep you alive. If you're not my wife, you're my enemy. And I can't justify letting you go.