I Am Obsessed With You
EMILY I froze. "What?" "For drugs. When I was six." His voice was flat, factual, like he was reciting weather. "She took me to a man in a parking lot and traded me for a bag of heroin. I don't remember her face. I remember his hands. I remember thinking I'd done something wrong, that if I was better, quieter, more perfect, she might come back." "Leo." "Hartwell found me. Not out of charity. He needed a successor, someone he could mold. Someone with nothing to lose." His eyes were distant, fixed on the glittering skyline. "He saved me. But he also taught me that love is transactional. That weakness is fatal." He looked at me then, and the rawness in his gaze stole my breath. I cupped his face. The stubble rasped against my palms. He turned his head, kissed my wrist. " You're magnific
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