"What do you know about what I want?" Claude asked, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs and finding his way to the door. To the cold of the outside world, of my heart. And here was the fucking sun, trying to thaw the chill that clung to my very skin.
I bit my lip, hesitating. Hesitating not because I didn't know how to answer, but because I knew the truth all along and it terrified me. "You want to have a happily ever after, but I'm no princess. I'm the fucking witch they burn on the stake at the end. I'm the poisoned apple-- I make everything toxic. I'll ruin you."
For a moment, there was silence. And then-
"Bea."
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When Time Ran Crooked
Teen Fiction❝If it makes me sadistic to laugh at his fear, then book me into the asylum and call me a psychopath, because I'm in this for the long haul.❞ Bea Harvey just wanted to get home in time for the holidays. Despite breaking down in a room full of people...
