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282 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 10, 2018






“Sometimes torture isn’t about cutting off fingers, honey,” he croons as he takes my hand. He uncurls my fingers and threads his through them. “Sometimes it’s about cutting your mind.” He leans down and plants a kiss between my breasts. “Sometimes it’s about cutting your heart.”
He was just enough relatable that I clung to him, desperately hoping he’d be the dark hero in my story. I’d forgotten my story was full of villains.

“I’m worse than a monster,” I bite out, shame scratching away at my insides. I don’t care. I never care. So why the fuck do I care now? “I’m a nightmare.”


“on wrong swift vengeance waits”
”If any injury has to be made to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be fear”





“These monsters created cracks within me. Deep, dark crevasses that suck all humanity into their void. I’m lost. I’m so fucking lost.”
“I want to break her so I can stitch her together again. Over and over again until I’ve woven in so much of me, we’re practically one.”
“I’m every bit a player in this fucked up game as he is. He’s not figuring anything out. Neither of us is. We’re getting more and more lost in whatever it is that happens when we’re together.”








I'm jealous. I don't want her to think about that monster. I'm her monster. The scariest fucking one of them all.
He was just enough relatable that I clung to him, desperately hoping he’d be the dark hero in my story. I’d forgotten my story was full of villains.

