Once upon a time, there was a girl who stopped believing in fairy tales after her innocence was stolen. Morgan Myers is tired. So damn tired. Most people either push her around or brush her off, and she's not putting up with it anymore. Determined to reclaim the life that had been stolen from her, she puts her trust in the last person she ever expected to: the notorious Scar. Morgan sees a side of him that few people seem to know--the man, not the myth. Lorenzo. And what she sees, she likes, a lot more than she thought she would. But fairy tales aren't real, as life likes to remind her. Some dragons, you just can't slay, no matter how hard you fight them. And when hers comes back around, breathing fire, she's forced to face some unimaginable horrors. But lucky for Morgan, there's a white knight in combat boots out there that isn't afraid of monsters. You see, it's impossible to be afraid of something you face every day in the mirror.
“Sometimes you seem a lot older than me, Seven.” He laughs. “You’re just young at heart.” “Is that your way of saying I’m immature?” “I’m just saying you don’t seem to be in any hurry to grow up,” he says. “Which there’s nothing wrong with. But me? I’ve settled into my life. You’re still finding yours.”
“How are you so fucking dense?” she asks. “You think I’m mad right now? Seriously?” There are still tears in her eyes. “You look like you might cry.” “Because it’s the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me, Lorenzo. You’re trying to fix things.” “If you’re going to start crying, I need you to not do it while you’re sitting on my lap.”
She lets out a light laugh, grabbing my wrists, pulling my hands away from her face, forcing my arms around her.
“Anytime, boss,” he says. “Is that all you needed? Is that why you called?” “Do you seriously think I’d make you come to Queens just to thread a fucking needle for me at five o’clock in the morning?” “Yes.” I cast him a glare. He’s right. I would.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who stopped believing in fairy tales after her innocence was stolen. Morgan Myers is tired. So damn tired. Most people either push her around or brush her off, and she's not putting up with it anymore. Determined to reclaim the life that had been stolen from her, she puts her trust in the last person she ever expected to: the notorious Scar. Morgan sees a side of him that few people seem to know--the man, not the myth. Lorenzo. And what she sees, she likes, a lot more than she thought she would. But fairy tales aren't real, as life likes to remind her. Some dragons, you just can't slay, no matter how hard you fight them. And when hers comes back around, breathing fire, she's forced to face some unimaginable horrors. But lucky for Morgan, there's a white knight in combat boots out there that isn't afraid of monsters. You see, it's impossible to be afraid of something you face every day in the mirror.