3/3 The barbed threads, knotted and tangled, that kept my traitorous heart in check, snapped and unraveled, leaving wounds in their wake, deep, raw, and agonizing.
I love him.

A little snippet from one of my favorite chapters, when Ambrose realizes he loves Val.

2/3
Love was found in words of venom, in claws of submission, and in fetters of control.
I couldn’t love him.
I didn’t know how to.
But the more I railed against the resurrection of the soul long dead inside of me, desperate, uncertain, and afraid, the stronger it became.

Another reminder to do a study on your work 😍

Thank you, one of my favorite things I've written 🤣

I have not! I'll have to add those to my list, thanks for the recs! 😁