Our love was like a lightning bolt.
A pain in the chest that I couldn’t forget.
Nina Anderson ruined me for all other women, launching into my world and anchoring herself to my core.
She ran—she always ran.
Now she’s back, holding the tattered pieces of my soul in her fingertips and wanting more than I’m willing to give.
I don’t want her
I don’t trust her
But I need her
Our love is toxic, our words lethal, our bond—unbreakable.
But while we toe the line blindly, we both miss the demons we unveil with our light.
Demons that threaten to bring me to my knees.