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Pressing up onto my elbows, I look down at my chest—then blink in surprise at what I see. Knox wasn’t just smearing my blood around into a random pattern with his fingers. He wrote a word on my chest with our mingled blood, and it stands out in stark red against my pale skin. Mine.
The way books make me think that this is so romantic. 🙃
“And what is your relationship to these men?� he asks me. “The four who own this house?� “Oh, I’m fucking all of them,� I reply, keeping my tone even.
ATTA 👏🏼 GIRL 👏🏼
