(This is book two in the moment of weakness series) "Do you know what happens when you clip a bird's wings?" He questions coldly, keeping his finger under my chin as he forces me to look at him. "They can't fly," I mutter, feeling his body circle around me as he watches me. "How many wings must I clip before you realize you can trust no one but me?" he questions coldly. How do I answer his question when wrongs no longer feel bad, and chaos has infiltrated every corner of my life?
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