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390 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 4, 2015

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit. They lie. For 21 days she held on. But on Day 22, she would have given anything for the sweet slumber of death. Because on Day 22, she realizes that her only way out means certain death for one of the two men she loves.
"I wished I could see myself through his eyes. Then again, he never looked at me with his eyes. He looked at me with his soul."
“It’s not over, you know. It never has been,” he said. “Whether you say yes or no, you will always be my forever."

“God, he was intense. And deliberate. And he could say things with his eyes that made my knees tremble.”
“You’re ruled by things I can’t compete with. Your rage trumps love, and hope, and faith.”
“I wanted to stay with him so I could put together all the dented, shattered parts of him, because I could never be whole where he was broken.”
“Sometimes everything gets dismantled so something better can be pieced together.”
“There are no good guys or bad guys. Everyone has a reason.”
When we love, we carry it on the inside, and we can turn on its light even in our darkest moments. The deeper we love, the brighter it shines.
“There is no space too dark or too vast or too irredeemable that can’t be filled with love.”

"How much do you think your life is worth, Skye Sedgewick?"
I wished I could see myself through his eyes.
Then again, he never looked at me with his eyes.
He looked at me with his soul.
We are sand and rock and water and sky, anchors on ships and sails in the wind. We are a journey to a destination that shifts every time we dream or fall or leap or weep. We are stars with flaws that still sparkle and shine. We will always strive, always want, always have more questions than answers, but there are moments like these, full of magic and contentment, when souls get a glimpse of the divine and quite simply, lose their breath.





"Vengeance begets vengeance, more chaos, more darkness."

“We are a question that hasn’t been answered yet, a hiding place that hasn’t been found yet, a battle that hasn’t been fought yet.”
“This was a murder-turned-into-abduction. This was a screwed-up moment of weakness. This was a personal, targeted attack against my father.”
“I felt like all the bits that held me together were slowly coming unglued, falling off, piece by piece. I was disappearing, disintegrating like the rocks that get eaten by the sea.”
“There are no good guys or bad guys. Everyone has a reason.”
“… there is no space too dark or too vast or too irredeemable that can’t be filled with love.”
“You can either choose love or you can choose hate, because where one lives, the other will die.”
“It’s not over, you know, it never has been … you will always be my forever.”


"Vengeance only begets more vengeance, more chaos, more darkness. Vengeance abducts us and imprisons us and mutilates us, and we suffer and suffer until we unravel its probing parasitic suckers from around us."









"You can either choose love or you can choose hate,because where one lives,the other will die."





You don't always get the treasure by holding on.Sometimes the magic happens when you let go



You can either choose love or you can choose hate, because where one lives, the other will die.”

Vengeance only begets more vengeance, more chaos, more darkness.
We are a question that hasn’t been answered yet, a hiding place that hasn’t been found yet, a battle that hasn’t been fought yet.”
Damian had thieving, stealing contraband eyes, and when they fell on my mouth, they robbed me of all breath and thought.

His lips found mine and he latched on with a hunger that left me breathless. He was an ocean of want and need. All the raging, submerged currents that he’d kept at bay unleashed themselves on me. I tried to keep afloat, clutching at him, but I didn’t stand a chance.








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I was no longer mannequin-plastic, pretty and perfect; I was hacked up, inside and out.

The only one who wasn’t afraid of Damian’s dark, relentless intensity was Rafael. He trailed Damian around, content to watch, accepting the silences.
When he climbed out of Skye’s window that night, he left something behind: his childhood, his innocence, his shining, naive ideals—all scattered on the floor like limp, trodden paper dreams.
“We are a question that hasn’t been answered yet, a hiding place that hasn’t been found yet, a battle that hasn’t been fought yet.”



‘In that moment, I realized that in the end, all the hurts and grudges and excuses are nothing more than floaty apparitions that scatter like pale ghosts in the face of all the people you loved, and all the people who loved you. Because in the end, my life boiled down to three kisses and three faces: my father, my nanny and her son…’
‘I wanted to pulverize every single memory I had of him. I wanted him to hurt the way I was hurting. I wanted him to sob the way I was sobbing. I wante—
Damian grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back. His lips found mine and he latched on with a hunger that left me breathless. He was an ocean of want and need. All the raging, submerged currents that he’d kept at bay unleashed themselves on me. I tried to keep afloat, clutching at him, but I didn’t stand a chance. My hurt, my anger, my tears were tossed aside by something deeper, something vast and true and powerful and endless.
It was a kiss that had sneaked in through an open window, a kiss that lay folded in a paper giraffe, in the silences between 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, in the pits of mini mangoes and here, now, at last, it was set free. And the rightness of it, the feeling of longing and belonging, made me want to hold on to it forever. I wanted Damian to keep kissing me, keep kissing, keep kissing, until every other kiss had been erased, until this was the only kiss.’

“How do you know that?”
“Because you love me.” There. The words were out and I couldn’t take them back. Let him deny what I’d seen in his eyes, what I knew was the truth.
Damian tensed, as if holding something in check. I held my breath, waiting for the mask to slip back on. My heart was going to break to the murmur of the ocean and the night wind rustling through palm trees. The lump in my throat grew to the size of a giant coconut.
“It’s true,” he said. “I’ve always loved you. Even when I hated you.”
Oh God oh God oh God oh God.
“Loved? Past tense?” I was pushing it, but my heart took a perilous leap.
“Loved. Love. What does it matter?” He pulled me into the cradle of his arms. “Love don’t die.”

“You’re out of your mind.”
“Am I?” He swept one arm around the small of my back and pulled me in. “Tell me you haven’t missed me. Tell me you haven’t stayed up nights thinking of how good we are together. Because right at this moment, all I want to do is push you up against the wall and take you so hard that I can’t tell where I end and where you begin. I ache where you’re supposed to be, Skye, and I’m not going to stop until you’re mine. So we can draw this out or we can quit wasting more time. Either way, we’re going to end up right here. Me about to fuck you.”
“Come.” I held out my hand. “Home.” The only two words that managed to escape. I couldn’t fight it anymore. Loving Damian might destroy me, but not loving him was killing me.
I didn’t wait for an answer. I took his hand, turned off the light, and led him to the mansion.
“Wait,” he said at the door. “I don’t—”
“I love you, Damian. Always you. Only you. This is where you belong. With me and Sierra.”
“But you said—”
“I know. I said a lot of things. To you, to myself. Then I remembered what you said. ‘Love don’t die.’ It’s true, Damian. I have never stopped loving you, from the time I was a little girl up in that room. When I follow my heart, it always leads me back to you.”
‘We are sand and rock and water and sky, anchors on ships and sails in the wind. We are a journey to a destination that shifts every time we dream or fall or leap or weep. We are stars with flaws that still sparkle and shine. We will always strive, always want, always have more questions than answers, but there are moments like these, full of magic and contentment, when souls get a glimpse of the divine and quite simply, lose their breath.’



"You can either choose love or you can choose hate, because where one lives, the other will die."
"...the human psyche is a such a fragile thing, a yolk contained within a brittle shell—one crack and out it spills: a neighbor goes on a suicide mission, tribes massacre tribes, countries turn their faces away from injustices. And it all starts within, because within is where all things begin."
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