Kingston Axton személy
I don't answer, my eyes flying across the grass, as if I'm in search of something. Anything. Maybe what I'm searching for are the words that flutter over the tip of my tongue, threatening to slice him across the neck.
She can't fucking know who we are. I mean, who we really fucking are. I smirk as the water drips down my face. Revenge isn't always sweet; sometimes, it's a bitter reminder of the demons you missed, so you need to cock back, aim, reload, and… bang.
„You wanna do this?” he asks, though his hands are gripping for my tank. „Speak now or forever hold hour fucking peace, Little Bird.”
I do what any girl would do with Kingston Axton half naked on top of them, wanting to eat you alive.
I hold my fucking peace.
„King, you can't always be angry at the world.” For a nine-year-old, she was too smart. Smarter than my eleven.
I brought my calloused knuckles up to her soft cheeks. „As long as you're walking in it vulnerable, I fucking will.”