Spark of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #1)

by Penn Cole

And I didn’t want gentle or delicate. I wanted to burn.

I stared at the depthless midnight sky, my thoughts as turbulent as they’d ever been, and I burned and I burned and I burned. And I wondered how long I had until the fire in my soul burned me alive.

“It’s not the worst thing to break a little every now and then. It builds character.”

“Let me die with the taste of you on my lips.” Our lips collided, and I was lost.

My anger wasn’t subsiding—it was growing. Mutating. I had completely lost control, and I had no clue what I was capable of.