On her sixteenth birthday, Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel. On my twenty-second, I pricked mine on the needle of a tattoo machine wielded by a beautifully complicated man who would go on to become my ruin.
Madden Ransom was everything I was never allowed to be: unfeeling, opinionated, rebellious … free.
He was also everything I was never allowed to be with.
And while Sleeping Beauty fell into a peaceful slumber as she awaited true love’s kiss, I fell into something else entirely—my heart in the hands of a man who’d never given nor received anything remotely like love.
It turns out when Madden told me it would only hurt a little … he didn’t mean the tattoo.
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