3 Quotes by Meghan Masterson

I falter in the doorway, swept with memories of my reckless behavior last time I saw him. I sipped wine from a bottle. I kissed him. And as my pulse flutters with excitement, I know I would do it again, given the chance.

I turn away from the smell of death, pressing my lavender scented handkerchief as tight as I can against my nose.

There must be no repercussions to this,” says Marie Antoinette. Her quiet voice slides through the room like the whisper of a steel blade.