Like she could close her eyes and pretend that she mattered to him, just a little bit. Moments like that gave her hope and she clung to it.
“That I thought you loved me?” His lip curled into a sneer. “Nobody could love me.”
“We just break in different ways.”
“So…what? I’m supposed to be thankful you and your kind haven’t killed me yet? Is that it? ‘Cause I’m not feelin’ the love.”
The mating instinct was second only to the survival instinct in its strength,
and that was going to work to her advantage – if she played her cards right.
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