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Kindle Edition
First published July 17, 2018


She gripped the bar behind her, and the color of her eyes looked like a treacherous sea among her slickened, wet hair.
We held each other’s gaze as the elevator ascended. The tension between us was palpable, though, behind her eyes, she was still at sea. Drifting. It was weird, seeing that in her, because it was how I’d felt my entire life. Living a life I hadn’t chosen, hadn’t wanted. I wanted to help her, but how could I when I was just as lost and just as, if not even more, fucked up than she was?
The doors opened; she hesitated, and so did I.

Is it possible to know someone for years before meeting them in person?

How is he doing this to me? Making me lose myself. Making me forget where or who I am.
”I just need to feel you. Take my pain, and I’ll take yours.”
Comfort shouldn’t exist in the arms of my enemy.
”You can trust me. You’ll see.”


"How fucking ironic that I'd become the man my father wanted me to be for the girl he wanted dead."
"Comfort shouldn't exist in the arms of my enemy."