❝Do I have to thank you?❞ Rosaline asks eventually, her voice soft. Not tender-soft. Dangerous-soft.His instincts begin to raise the red flags in his head.❝No, ma'am,❞ he shakes his head once, a firm gesture. ❝There's no need to thank me.❞❝There's nothing to thank you for,❞ she tells him in that same soft tone. ❝You got me here. And now I have to live with this.❞ Both of them know what this means. No matter how tactful he might try to handle this interaction, they'll always end up here. It'll always be about what she has lost.❝Had you let me die,❞ she continues, ❝My corpse would've shown you the gratitude that I'll never feel while breathing.❞•••It's a fact that you can't help who you fall in love with. And for Rosaline Davenport and him, it definitely shouldn't have been each other.Because, sometimes, love stories have blood on them.[warning: this is the mother of all slow-burns]•••
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