The Oath We Give (Hollow Boys, #5)

by Monty Jay

Getting stuck in that elevator with her was only further confirmation of something I already knew in the marrow of my bones. A thought I’d tamped down and tried to deny since the moment I walked out of her hospital room two years ago. I want Coraline Whittaker. That ominous and painful thing inside of her that scratches and bites? The one that scares her? I want it to leave marks on me. It screams for me when she lets me in close, begging me to run my tongue along every square inch of her taut skin. Her futile attempts to put distance between us only feed my hunger. Coraline wants me to fear her, as if that lovely, dark thing inside of her is something to run from. She’s the only one who can’t see that it’s a siren’s call. It’s not her looks that pull men to the depths of her sea, drowning themselves for a chance to touch her. It’s the aura of mystery that shrouds around her every move. That untouchable, intangible force buried in her bones. She can fight it if she likes. It won’t change anything. Whatever she dishes out, I’ll swallow whole.