Marked by the Moon (Bound by the Veil, #1)

by Helen Scott

"There are many things I find attractive," I said, forcing my voice to a frosty coldness. "But the most notable quality is that she isn't you."

My gaze caught on some long brown hair that was flying through the air as the owner of it attacked their opponent relentlessly, drilling them to the ground. Suddenly, I needed some fresh air. I had to be down there.

"I want you, Thorn," she whispered, her lips brushing against my own with every syllable. I wished she'd called me by my real name but not enough to actually say anything about it.

I wanted her to be as addicted to me as I was to her.

“I want you to observe how fluid and instinctual her motions are.” Which was almost a guarantee I would be jerky and stilted.

Maybe he wouldn’t have been so disgusted by what I was that he forgot who I was.

“Nature isn’t evil, so how could the Veil be a bad thing? Is the wind evil when it blows over a tree?”

The cold was always the cold, and the dark was always the dark. They each served their purpose but weren’t evil until someone used them as such.