Meghan, baby, you really are a plain Jane with shit taste and no skill in making yourself presentable.

Alexi looks at the floor between his feet, and I can’t tell if he is trying to keep his infernal temper under control or whether he is at a loss on how to proceed. He seems different, but maybe that’s because I’m different.

That hopeless, love-sick weak-willed idiot who threw herself at his mercy is now a cold-hearted shadow who wants nothing to do with him. I wouldn’t ...