Caspien Deveraux was poison.It took me years to realise that he hadn’t been born like that. He’d been cultivated and nurtured by a careful hand and a bitter heart. When I first met him, he was a bud. One primed to bloom beautifully and deadly. One I should have torn out at the root. I loathed him. I loved him. And until him, I hadn’t known just how completely those two things could exist at once.
Caspien Deveraux was poison.It took me years to realise that he hadn’t been born like that. He’d been cultivated and nurtured by a careful hand and a bitter heart. When I first met him, he was a bud. One primed to bloom beautifully and deadly. One I should have torn out at the root. I loathed him. I loved him. And until him, I hadn’t known just how completely those two things could exist at once.