My Fault (Culpables, #1)

by Mercedes Ron

I didn’t like who the girl I was in love with was turning into. But when I thought about it, what she was doing and how she was doing it were the same things I had done before I met her. I was the one who got her into all this. It was my fault. It was my fault she was destroying herself.

In a way, we’d switched roles. She had shown up and dragged me out of the black hole I’d fallen into, but in doing so, she’d wound up taking my place.

I ran a finger carefully over that tattoo, so tiny compared to mine, and felt how both of us got goose bumps. Noah twitched unconsciously, and I felt something strange, uncomfortable, in the pit of my stomach.

“Or else that knot might not be strong enough to hold you.” What did he know about my tattoo or about how strong I was?

“I guess it’s hard to resist a girl who keeps so much to herself. There’s always another layer you’re trying to peel back.”