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guys im posting it tonight I PROMISE anyway here’s a snippet of the chapter
          
          Nothing I had ever swallowed, smoked, chased or used to pull myself out of my own head had ever given me this strange, aching warmth spreading through my chest. Nothing had ever made my heart feel so fucking full that it almost hurt to hold it all inside. Nothing had ever made me want to stand perfectly still because I was suddenly terrified that if I moved, even slightly, I might disturb something fragile and beautiful that I hadn’t known I was allowed to have.
          
          Drugs could make me forget.
          
          They could pull a curtain across the parts of my life I couldn’t bear to look at. They could blur the memories until they were nothing more than shadows at the edge of my vision, make the world feel farther away and my own skin feel less like somewhere I was trapped inside. They could give me a few hours where I didn’t have to hear every thought screaming at me.
          
          But they couldn’t give me this.
          
          They couldn’t give me a reason to want to remember.
          
          They couldn’t give me a front door I actually wanted to walk through at the end of the day. They couldn’t give me the quiet creak of a house settling around people who belonged in it. They couldn’t give me the sight of my brothers sleeping without fear, their faces softened by sleep because, for once, they trusted the world enough to close their eyes completely. They couldn’t give me the warmth of knowing that the people I loved were safe, even if it was only for one ordinary night in one ordinary living room.
          
          They couldn’t give me this feeling that home wasn’t four walls or a place on a map.
          
          That maybe home could be a moment.
          
          A person.
          
          A collection of ordinary little things that somehow became sacred simply because, for once, I didn’t want to run from them.
          
          They couldn’t give me Maeve.
          

i hope u guys are ready for tonights chap….

guys im GONNA HAVE THE NEXT JOEY AND MAEVE CHAP OUT BY FRIDAY IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN SUPER BUSY I LOVE U GUYS

“Jesus, Maeve.”
          
          His hand slipped beneath my chin before I could bury my face any further, his fingers curling gently around it as he tipped my head back. I resisted for all of half a second before his eyes caught mine, and there was that familiar crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
          
          “Would ya cop on?”
          
          “What?”
          
          “You.”
          
          His thumb brushed lightly along my chin.
          
          “Talking shite again.”
          
          I frowned at him. “I’m not.”
          
          “You are.”
          
          “I’m being honest.”
          
          “So am I,” Joey murmured, his mouth twitching into that crooked smile of his. “You’re an absolute steal, baby.”
          
          I blinked up at him.
          
          “A steal?”
          
          “Yeah.” His smile widened, like he was already enjoying the fact that I hadn’t understood what he meant. “Absolute bloody bargain.”
          
          I let out a little laugh. “That’s terrible.”
          
          “I’m serious.”
          
          “You’re calling me a bargain.”
          
          “No, I’m saying I’m the lucky bastard who got ya.”
          
          My smile faltered for a second.
          
          Joey shrugged, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
          
          “Look at me, Maeve. I’m the one who got the steal. I’m the one who bloody won.” His green eyes softened as they settled on mine. “I got you.”
          
          A tiny smile pulled at my lips.
          
          “And that makes you lucky?”
          
          “Lucky?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Jesus, Callaghan. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

do you plan for your next book to be about another one of tommen's boys? and if so, which one? i'm finishing trusting 6, and i don't think i'll survive without reading more of your fics from the BOT universe 😭

ouuu shit….new snippet how we feeling… 
          
          And for some strange reason, I had this feeling right then—quiet and certain, settling somewhere beneath all the fear—that I was in it with Joey for the rest of my life.
          
          I didn’t know how I knew. I just did.
          
          If Joey went down, I went down with him. If he ran, I ran. If the whole bloody world decided he was the villain, then I’d stand beside him and let them call me one too. I’d be his getaway driver, the one keeping the engine running, the one making sure there was always petrol in the tank when he needed somewhere to go. I’d have his back when he was right, and I’d have it when he was wrong. Through sickness and health, through rich and poor, through the beautiful and the unbearable, through every road that carried us somewhere and every one that left us lost.
          
          Because that was the thing about Joey Lynch. Once he had my heart, there was no part of me that knew how to leave his side.
          
          If he walked into the fire, I’d walk into it with him.
          
          Not because I wasn’t afraid of getting burned, but because I couldn’t bear the thought of him burning alone.

your writing is INSANE i’m truly enamoured 

guys im on holiday right now and wont be back until saturday but i’ll make sure to get a new chapter out as soon as i can!

snippet from the next trusting six chapter 
          
          “And if that doesn’t change anything,” she said, “then I’ll pull them both out.”
          
          I blinked.
          
          Joey’s head snapped towards her. “What?” he blurted.
          
          Bridget didn’t even look at him.“You heard me.”
          
          “But—”
          
          “Maeve and Joey will both be transferred to Tommen.”
          
          My entire body went still.
          
          Joey looked just as stunned as I felt.
          
          “Tommen?” I repeated.
          
          Bridget finally looked at me, her expression softening slightly. “Yes, pet. Tommen.”
          
          “But, Mam—”
          
          The word slipped out before I could stop it.
          
          Bridget’s eyes softened at the sound, but her resolve didn’t falter.
          
          “I know, sweetheart. I know it’s a big thing to hear, but I’m serious. I’m not going to leave either of you somewhere that refuses to keep you safe.”
          
          Joey was still staring at her.
          
          “You’d transfer me too?”
          
          Bridget looked at him as though the answer should have been obvious.
          
          “Of course I would.”
          
          He swallowed.
          
          “But I’m not even—”
          
          “You’re family,” she interrupted simply. “You don’t have to share my surname for me to care about what happens to you.”
          
          The principal cleared his throat.
          
          “I think we’re getting somewhat ahead of ourselves here.”
          
          Bridget’s attention snapped back towards him.
          
          “No, I don’t think we are.”
          
          “Well, a transfer to Tommen is a rather significant—”
          
          “So is allowing a child to repeatedly be targeted until they feel they have no other option but to defend themselves.”

maeve and joeys ending is just so beautiful and happy and i can’t help but cry while i write it