Make no mistake, Princess. I’m no hero.
The scars should make you terrifying, but to me they don’t. They only make you intriguing. It’s beauty with depth.
You’ll go to hell for this,” she slurred. “You forget, Princess”—he brushed his thumb over her cheek—“I’m already on the list of permanent residents.
He was the villain in all this, and when all was said and done, she’d hate him for it. Of that, he was certain.
