Jaime / 19 / Boston
and every demon wants his pound of flesh,
but i like to keep some things to myself
i like to keep my issues drawn,
it’s always darkest before the dawn
They’re just men. Flesh and bone. Flesh can be torn. Bones can be broken.
"There it is. Right there! That damned look in the eye that marked every Cousland success that held me back. It would appear that you have made something of yourself after all. Your father would be proud. I, on the other hand, want you dead more than ever."