#Chapter80
There were over three thousand species of snakes in the world, and whilst most of them fell in with the reptile family, I was convinced that Blake Owen had earned his very own category among them.
With eyes as deep and enchanting as a forest's undergrowth, and a magnetic smile that charmed the pants off of the unsuspecting, people often mistook his beauty for sweetness.
I was not one of those people. Not any more. Not when the potent burn of his poison still lingered in my bloodstream from the last time I had been careless enough to let my guard slip around him.
I'd embraced him as a brother and in return, he'd fucked mine. I'd been there for him, looked out and defended him since we had been knee-high to fucking grasshoppers, and he'd repaid me by seducing my baby brother the second I'd left town.
I had loved him. Now, I fucking hated him.
