My own mother never looked at me the way Lia looks at Jeremy. I only had that affection from Aunt Annika, and even she was brutally ripped out of my life.
That’s what happens to people like me. We never get anything good. It’s payback for all the shit we’ve done in our lifetime.
If I’m going to sacrifice myself, I’m not doing it with tears in my eyes or like a damsel in distress.
Because there are no knights in shining armor. What waits for me at the end of the aisle is a monster.
Adrian observes me for a second, and it’s intrusive, as if he’s peeling away the exterior and trying to peer at what’s inside. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being the subject of his interest. It always feels odd, yet strangely endearing, for a cold man like him to care about me.
He’s cold to the world, but not to me.