How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.

Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.

As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a snug pink Juicy T-shirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx last summer that said I’m a Juicy girl. “I bet you are,” he murmured.

On the lips of my enemy, my sister’s lover, my lover’s killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.

I’m Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man.