You think you know me, but youāre wrong. You look at me and see Carrie, the girl with the wild hair and the wild clothes. Reliable Carrie, friendly and quirky, perhaps even a little strange. What do you really know about me, though? The details of my past are up for debate.
Iāve been careful to hide my sins, and even more careful to follow the rules. I do as Iām told. I keep to myself. I donāt mess around with boys, and Iām always ready to run. At least thatās what I tell myself, anyway. Since I met him, Iāve broken every single rule in the book. Heās impossible. Arrogant. Terrifying. If Iām not careful, Wolf Hallās golden boy will do more than make me break the rules. Heāll wind up breaking me.
Dash
First, they hate me, then they hate themselves for wanting me. Thatās how it always goes. Iām the smart one, the charming one, the guy with the accent that makes girls go weak at the knees. As a resident of Riot House, Iām destined to rule Wolf Hall. Doesnāt matter where you come from, how much money you have, or what your future holds. Cross the path of a Riot House Boy and youāre guaranteed to pay the price.
The girl isnāt special. Sheās just another cog, turning in the wheel. So why, then, am I protecting her? And why am I keeping her a secret? Call me a monster. Call me a fiend. Call me reprehensible. Call me Lord Dashiell Lovett IV.
Riot Rules: Crooked Sinners, Book 2 (Unabridged) - Callie Hart
You think you know me, but youāre wrong. You look at me and see Carrie, the girl with the wild hair and the wild clothes. Reliable Carrie, friendly and quirky, perhaps even a little strange. What do you really know about me, though? The details of my past are up for debate.
Iāve been careful to hide my sins, and even more careful to follow the rules. I do as Iām told. I keep to myself. I donāt mess around with boys, and Iām always ready to run. At least thatās what I tell myself, anyway. Since I met him, Iāve broken every single rule in the book. Heās impossible. Arrogant. Terrifying. If Iām not careful, Wolf Hallās golden boy will do more than make me break the rules. Heāll wind up breaking me.
Dash
First, they hate me, then they hate themselves for wanting me. Thatās how it always goes. Iām the smart one, the charming one, the guy with the accent that makes girls go weak at the knees. As a resident of Riot House, Iām destined to rule Wolf Hall. Doesnāt matter where you come from, how much money you have, or what your future holds. Cross the path of a Riot House Boy and youāre guaranteed to pay the price.
The girl isnāt special. Sheās just another cog, turning in the wheel. So why, then, am I protecting her? And why am I keeping her a secret? Call me a monster. Call me a fiend. Call me reprehensible. Call me Lord Dashiell Lovett IV.