His eyes bled more tears, but his hand held tight to the jar.
"I'm broken. I like to break things. Sometimes I want to break you."
"Then break me, Jacks."
I am a murderer. I enjoy hurting people. I like blood. I like pain. I am a monster, but whether you remember it or not, I'm your monster, Evangeline.
I know the stories all say otherwise, but my heart keeps telling me that Jacks’s story isn’t finished.