Love is honorable but selfish. Love is a record of my wrongs.
Love had fractured in trials but held on for the truth.
And the truth was he'd hurt me, yet I loved him.He'd left me, yet I followed him.But I was done with L o Baudin.And as soon as the semester was over, I would be done with Paris.But until then, I would learn the rest of his secrets.The ones they whispered about behind his back. The ones that had the entire city...