“Her knees quivered under her weight as the terror gripped her. No, she decided, she wouldn't scream. If this boy, this monster that she loved, needed to taste her blood and her flesh, then she would accept it. She would… — Willa Jemhart Copy Share Image
“Her knees quivered under her weight as the terror gripped her. No, she decided, she wouldn't scream. If this boy, this monster that she… — Willa Jemhart Copy Share Image
