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200 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 10, 2016
He was the deep, dark swamp on the edge of the bayou. Even then I felt him calling me. My body yearned for him, to go to him, to wrap myself in his dark waters and inhale deeply until I drowned.
Whatever darkness Monroe brought with him into the sunflower field, Ward brushed it all away. He was sunshine and glee, an ease in my bones, lightness in my mind. He would always be able to take away my darkness, turn my nightmares into daydreams.
I hoped my soul would forgive me for giving my heart to the devil.
"Levi," he said softly.
I stared up into his eyes.
His smile was beautiful. "Tell me
what it looks like. Tell me you can see my soul."
It didn’t hit me like the memory of my dream. It shoved against me slowly, like a mammoth pounding against a door I was desperately trying to close. His gaze sent my heart into a frenzy, my stomach into recoil, my mind into a kaleidoscope.

“His eyes—his soul—they’re covered in soot and tar. They’re molten and poisonous.”
[…]his frozen gaze led to ice fields that covered his soul.

