The town may call this man a villain, but inside, he’s a lover boy. It gives off a smell. Good intentions and romance. His tender heart bleeds all over the ones he cares for. It’s easy to get a read on him, written on every inch of his being—someone who would give absolutely everything for those he loves. I’m far too wicked to deserve that sort of devotion. “No, Silas. I’m not afraid of love,” I say firmly. “But you should be afraid of me. I hurt people who try to care about me, Hawthorne. Don’t let yourself becomes one more victim of my wretched heart.”
