"I love you, Max Butcher." Those words are dangerous. Just about as dangerous as the world I was born into. As dangerous as the ruthless bastards that I call family. They hurt her. My. Little. Ballerina. . . My piece of purity. They hurt her. . . So I should let her go. For her own safety and my sanity. But she crawled into my bed. Settled in...
I wanted to keep the world beautiful for her.
I failed.