“She had to kill him. She had to kill Beckett the next time she saw him or all she’d done to become an exquisite monster would be for nothing.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“Beckett started the Hummer and texted Eve: Tak4e Ur Cloth3s OFF Im on my qway Her reply came back quick as lightning: Take ur clothes off and f*ck yourself. “One way or another, this chick is gonna kill me,” Beckett… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
