Chapter 75

• But unlike before, when we’d rate our conquests and decide whether or not to see them again, that night with Rosalyn felt…like nobody else’s fucking business. I remembered that darn concern in her eyes, her naivety, and the soft shudders of her breath in my ears, and I got hit with an unexplainable urge of protectiveness.
• When I kept mute, he deduced his own answer and fired off another question. “How exactly does she want you to save her?”
• “She wants me to kidnap her before the wedding day.”