Dr. Warthrop chopped off my finger with a butcher knife.
She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all
To hold on, you have to find something youโre willing to die for.
I am a shark, Cassie," he says slowly, drawing the words out, as if he might be speaking to me for the last time. Looking into my eyes with tears in his, as if he's seeing me for the last time. "A shark who dreamed he was a man.
It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.
It's an either/or world now.