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414 pages, Hardcover
First published November 29, 2022
He dipped his head, his lips gently brushing over each bruise, cut, and scrape, attending to each lovingly.
“For each wound they left, mea luna.” He kissed my wrist. “I swear I will give them tenfold.”
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He slammed his hand against the wall, blocking my path and pressing me up against the wall. I swallowed, feeling the dark rolling power he contained as he held me in place, and my heart leapt.
He lowered himself to my ear. “You keep talking like that and I may just enjoy making you call out my title in our bed.”
Our bed. I bit my lip, heat flooding my body and stemming into my cheeks. His hand came to my hip, sliding up along my waist, his thumb brushing just under my breast. My breath hitched, but I forced my composure, meeting his gaze, a coy grin curving my lips.
“As you wish, milord.”
Curly brown hair spilled over her shoulders
my curly brown hair falling over my shoulders.
Deep brown hair hung in a mess of loose curls and split ends, spilling out from behind my ear and over my shoulder. I tucked it out of my face and rubbed my dark hazel-brown eyes, shadowed with dark circles.
and I threw my curly hair into a messy bun.
Kat’s coppery, curly hair bounced over her shoulders
I sat up, rubbing a towel through my wet curls.
A hollowness nipped at my chest.
My chest swelled, curiosity piquing.
Regret swelled in my chest.
The hollowness in my chest only fueled the tears I held at bay
I winced as a painful bout of arrhythmia fluttered in my chest.
She brushed off my words. “Well, we were texting last night after we got off the phone, and he asked me out! Like out out, not just on a date!”
It wasn’t that I innately hated people, but if I were given the choice to be in a room and socialize with a bunch of strangers or sit on my bed reading books or drawing, I would choose the latter.
I didn’t particularly like crowds. It wasn’t so much that I hated people; I just never got used to being surrounded by them after so many years spent as a shut in.
She preferred parties and concerts, while I, on the other hand, was more antisocial, finding it difficult to be surrounded by crowds of people.
and throw my blankets over my head.
I searched through my blankets
My warm blankets sung to me
Some girls would probably be happy to have my thin jaw line, but it wasn’t by choice. I wasn’t quite underweight, nevertheless, the doctors had been adamant that I try to eat more.
Mom always joked that I was her little night owl, even when I was little, but it had never been by choice. For as long as I could remember, sleep had always evaded me until the late-night hours.
I constantly reminded myself love wasn’t like that in real life just to combat my desire to experience it. Relationships weren’t always passionate and perfect. Men didn’t fawn over women, they didn’t dote over their lovers, and they seldom were fully devoted to them.
There was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t place it.
He briefly scanned me, as if he were trying to figure out if he knew me, but I knew I’d never seen him before.
I couldn’t shake the odd feeling of familiarity, but I knew I’d never seen him before.
If there was one thing I loved in the mornings, it was tea.
I sifted through my closet in search for something that might at least scratch the surface of cute and stylish, so I didn’t look like a cave goblin next to Kat. Eventually, I settled on a simple sweater and jeans, and I threw my curly hair into a messy bun.
As I made my way down the porch steps, I looked out, down into the valley of the city. My home, Johnstown, was an old industrial town in Pennsylvania, famously known for a catastrophic dam failure that flooded the city, killing thousands in the late 1800s. History and age had carved its way into the very bones of the city, staining it in a way that wouldn’t fade until long after I was gone. I wished that I could leave a mark like that.