“Hurt, Electra.”
“I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to hurt no more.”
“Hurt with me.”
Do you believe in soulmates? The kind whose paths were meant to cross long before it came to pass. The ones who talk without hearing and hear without talking.
Because I didn’t.
Not until Exton Quinn unceremoniously bursted through my front door and declared he was here to stay.
He bulldozed his way through every wall and decided he was he was going to fight my battles. The ones I had no weapons or desire for.
Why fix what’s broken beyond repair?
Why try to mend the dreams that crushed under one slipped blade?
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