I made a mistake.

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Hearts are the most fragile part of the body, and I trusted mine with Jude Carlisle.

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My villain. My weakness. My stepbrother.

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Fairytales have a way of turning the most innocent things wicked.

 

Jude lied through his teeth and I fell for every word. Then he burned both our families to the ground in a sick game of revenge and never looked back.

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When I see him again years later—tattooed, pierced, as vicious and lethal as ever—I should know better. Except this time, I'm not the girl looking for a hero. And I'm tempted to let Jude eat me alive if it means I'll finally be his.

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I thought I knew the truth.
I thought I unmasked all the monsters.
I thought I understood how our story would end.

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But the trouble with wolves is they’re always lying. And what big lies mine told.