“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Someone had set off an entire crate of fireworks. No not just anyone, Ray. Ray who now lay dead on a stretcher and Rose was being asked to identify him as her kidnapper. It had been a risky mission and Rose knew enough to deduce that he must have had known the chances of him surviving were slim.
“His wife is a c***k addict and they have six children, one of whom is a special needs child. Ray himself was a convicted felon.” The investigator droned on, seemingly oblivious to how Rose clenched her firsts.
She realized he must have been offered an exorbitant amount of money to risk his own life in an attempt to end hers, or Xavier's.
Tony was in a coma, his entire body suffering from burn
