Perfect Blaine Yates would never resort to anything crooked to get what he wanted. He’d insist that there could be another way without having to break the law, but I’m not perfect Blaine Yates anymore. He’s dead and gone, buried six feet under. I belong to Silas now. I know I’m young, but I know for certain that he’s the love of my life. He completes me, fulfills me, and frees me. I promised I’d get him out of there. No matter what.
